Wicked Dreams

Cloaked in shadows, thy doth

Come at the stroke of twelve.

Hastening dreams of twisted

Fantasies, bringing forth some

Unnamed darkness which

Dwells within me.  Wicked,

Thou art be, enticing and exciting

Whims buried deep within

My psyche.

Cloaked in mystery, whispers

Radiate from thee to drift

Upon the winds at night, carry

Thy message to these dreams.

Invisible fingers to stroke mine

Skin, feather light and mink soft,

As thy gently caress me through

The night, in these wicked dreams.

Set me afire, thou hath, one which

Burns deep within my very core.

Yet, as dawn doth approach, I fear

The waking of the sun. 

(c) 2003 A Riddle