HAUNTED ~ Every Morning Comes ~

EVERY MORNING COMES!

The Haunting of Owyn NiteLyngr

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Edited By: Andi Feyrtr Copy Written October 2005

Cool rain on hot summer stone, the odor fills me presence of freshly dug grave, and death, and night, these things are his essence. Nocturnal Master, spirit lover, your mouth of wine and wood smoke taste. Me Lord of the violet twilight, you are lust incarnate. In the sweat of my bed, the eastern sky hints of dawning. Alone, awake, and exhausted I lie. Oh, …how I hate the morning!

A swollen sun, melting on the horizon. Between the sheets is where I wait for him to come. A living flame, impossible to resist, burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick. He invades me sleep every night with tumescent temptations. Hades I am sure must be missing a demon. From the panes, a green mist swirls. Is it a shadow or reflection?? This apparition in moon beams bathed. His voice, like wind, through trees beckons to me.

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