“Heir of Times”

Feel this, Love,
I touch you, and
This touch is gathered
Of many centuries of
Soul grounded years—virtues
Spring from it, yet, and
Still, some are repressed
My only manliness … strengthened
By what some may dub
Ill desires, moves….
Crucifying the weak oppositions
I can taste you—not the blood, or
Flesh … your being, Love
Having been shaded by
The numerous darkness’s, and
Enlightened by so many different lights,
My struggle to remain with you is arduous—
Demons make haste to advance, and to
Witness my ruin;
I keep ingesting their hellish airs, though
I go on in my struggle to
Keep you—keep you content, as well,
Myself
Does it have to be this, God
You know I love the wind … I long
To follow it, God … please
Let me….

Written By, Darkest Angel
Written April 21, 1992
(Rewritten March 28, 2010)

“Heir of Times Beseech”

God—let me be free to love
I have been so tied and kept,
Restrained and wept … so deep
Let me love, the one I desire, fully—
Caress their lips and skin with mine—
Taste the breath of their passion, in me—
Trade winds of yearns and love, together—
Freely….

You see our kindling hearts blurred, and burst—
Exposing our passions deep, and, the mist
Quench our lonely, insatiable hearts thirsts
Give in to our fires folding—bestow us the bliss,
Turn us in vigor, and stroke our flagging hearts
I never want to die … left, alone, without,
My Love’s, balmy, kiss
Make our kindle hearts bleed, no more,
In vain—
Let us fend off the dark other’s ways, and fits—
Their deceptive wit and lisps
Favor our love and dance, in springs—
Let us converge, and
Freely form … love lasting, and
Warm….

Written By, Darkest Angel
Written April 2, 2010