My darling, I am
a victim of art
Mercilessly attacked
by the graces of the shadows
in the eventide
They come for me;
come to take me away
to join the light which laureates
the earth’s face at daybreak
But much to their surprise
I am the one to consume them -
breathe them in as a relieving lungfull
of crisp morning mountain air
They are banished to my brain
where they will inspire me;
lend me their creative wings
allow me to hear music
and choreograph the perfect, original dance
But one such dance can only be designed
with the undying passion,
the eternal adoration
For the sport of loving such a monster
as the shadows.