"Yes, I shall admit, I love you,
as dark creatures of the night are loved;
concealed between the icy shadows
and the haunted heart.
Albeit the Sun now an evanescent memory.
Our faith and hopes are born after twilight;
whilst creeping among raucous thoughts of despair.
Raising hands high to dispel even a star shine.
Walk your hushed path keeping
your faithless desires locked within for
I shall always be but a whisper away,
once the candle flames are extinguished.
I'll then secretly ride the steamy ribbons
of impassioned desires within your essence.
Pursuing the rapture as I chain the inner demons;
Spreading shadowed myths with a fiery flair."