The following is featured in my book of poetic romances and tells of a gothic style romance that becomes strange and beautiful like a black flamingo.

Steam rises from my dark heart
Leads to tempt fate.
I speak of a love strange and fair
For this woman I fell for.
She was to be my morning
I came to be her night.

Together our passions ignite
Our fires burn the heavens
And torch the furnaces of hell.
Apart I wither without her embrace.
The swamps sound of bitterness
Around this castle keep
Where my soul sleeps weary.

The twilight abounds in shadows
Dragons, maidens, and knights of our realm
The mysteries that surround my mad dreams
Where my love keeps her safe.
Hides away from the emptiness
That scrapes against the trellis
Of these garden walls.
How I long to see her in her favorite gown.

Often I think of our love as a fable
I heard as a child.
The Crane and The Flamingo
Their hearts forever young
Making a nest in the still waters
In a swampland oasis surrounded
By a mountain serene decent and fair
Our offspring a black flamingo
Only a parents love, would endure.

A strange world forever guarded
In the land of forgotten dreams.

She’s still my darling, my hope
A prayer answered so long ago.
Our child has grown and left the nest
To make his way into horizon’s unknown.
Where love remains immortal.

I impatiently wait for the twilight
So I may taste her kiss,
Caress her golden hair,
And feel her warmth again
In my darkened plight.