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Metaphor

Fill my night with the dark black soil
Her heartbeat is the tempo of my song
The moon sends pale shadows in the chilly air
Leaves twist and sheer curtains sway
Behold, the frightened one sleeping there
With flowers and garland arranged in her hair
For days and nights I have waited
For this night to finally arrive
Too much expectation is always a danger
But in this I feel most justified
Something stirs within my lair
Quietly, I stroke her golden hair
Whirling and dancing through the night
Inside these darkened castle walls
Nothing, unless some freak of Nature comes
Can stop me from my intended deed
Heaviness shields her lidded eyes
She does not witness, she can not hear me
A small twitch of her glossy cheek
Betrays not the terror buried deep inside
So as she dreams in restful slumber
Again, Again, I come to her again