Black Dove
.
I've heard it said that love is free
pure as one white dove
Yet the love you gave to me, was thick and
dark as daemon's blood
.
A crow or raven brushed my way
dropped a feather to my breast
The black dove marked my heart, this day
disturbed my love at rest
.
And you, my angel, bear this dove
shackled to your wrist
What was for me a first born love, was just
another tryst
.
I curse your name on bloodied lips
Demon prince, I damn our past
I blow the dove my fatal kiss, as my
heart screams it's last
.
My broken heart lies down, now free
and your black dove no longer flies
Yet from this broken, battered need, a new
dove shall arise
.
-MoonSidhe © 1996