He rides on wings of subtle black shades
His face still gleaming of ethereal night
Dark lover, I see thee, 'midst Pallas' glades
Cool with intelligence, with battle, and light

His eyes seek life patterns with magical sight
His lips curve with humor, and part, ever so
What speaketh thou, maker, what sacred rite
What thought wouldst thou honor, what must I know

Burden of sorrow, release now to soar
Sufferance, sadness, never break on thy shore
Strength fain would seek to compromise
See with true vision unclouded by lies

His strong fingers brush stray tears from my face
His arms reaffirm that my spirit's intact
Another time, love, I vow 'midst this place
I'll hold thee again, such is my pact

As he drifts away, silver gleams from his wing
His scent still remains, my one comfort this night
Wherfore must thou go, my mentor, my king
Alas, 'tis now meet, for I've been granted sight.

Very good olde stylee. Like it Misty.

thank you hiseyes..

misty..