Originally posted on Crow Roads:

Based on a particularly gruesome nightmare.

Love is poison,subtle pain
and this balm, aloneremains
Iron bars- no lover’s lips
Silence, in a hollow crypt.

Where no light can touch my form
And no scars my skin adorn
The aching skies all screamrestraint
no pale flesh to play or taint

But oh, come night! I crave release
At midnight prowls the pale beast,
Tanin’iver with houndsshall ride
Of my mount, a suicide
and I shall take a blackened bride-
some little lemming girl.

Bruises...