Darkly Dreaming Demographic.

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November 2021

The Damsel of the Faith

Damsel, hold your traditions,

Your beauty and your honour,

Your love my one ambition,

Please I can’t wait much longer.

Your lips are sweet perfection,

Like two ripe cherry blossoms,

Don’t shy from my affection,

Please take me to your bosom.

Your skin soft and marvelous,

Your eyes gorgeous and ample,

Lose myself for carelessness-

In those splendid eyes damsel.

Cet obscur objet du désir

Desire, your lips bittersweet,

The touch of your hand softly,

Without I’d be incomplete,

The emptiness too costly.

Your beauty shines Resplendent,

Like some exotic jewel,

Your lips on mine transcencendant,

Gazing at the sky cerule.

Your features so delicate,

I just pray the fates conspire-

Laid in my arms elegant-

-as always, my one desire.


Belay my heart suspended,

I’m nothing now, I’m empty,

Every smile faked, pretended,

The chances wasted, plenty.

I dreamt we were embracing,

But you were just a stranger,

No point footsteps retracing,

I was never in danger.

“I love you, you’re everything”

It’s all just petty wordplay,

It doesn’t mean anything,

But to hear it once belay.

Summer nights

Summer has drawn to-a-close,

Those nights we stayed up talking,

I didn’t mean to-impose,

In my head we were walking.

A moonlit night together,

Going nowhere just strolling,

It should go on forever,

A far off bell is tolling.

I guess I’m just daydreaming,

Don’t wake me from my slumber,

It’s everything its-seeming,

With you in endless summer.

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