Archive for July 8th, 2009

I was charmed, my dark lord,
By your armor, by your sword.

Your need to always be armed 
Caught my fancy, had me disarmed.

I was much taken by your unsmiling face:
It had no expression that I could trace.

Swept away by your mystery
Long I wondered about your history.

And was rewarded by the few times you let me peek
Beneath the thick layers of reserve you keep.

But divining the beauty of your soul: so stark!
Has left forever on my heart your indelible mark.

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