Dusk
.
I am the watcher of those in need
and those few I have kept near
I am desire's last deep seed
and logic's greatest fear
.
I am the anger in your blood,
the rage of hidden dreams
I'll rip you out from life's deep mud
and tear you at the seams
.
I am the passion of the night
in a lovers ling'ring touch
The joining of your soul with light
in an old familiar rush
.
I am the pulse of lust, so strong,
power through my finger tips
I am devotion to love, so long
and the pleasure at your lips
.
-MoonSidhe © 1996