Ken Allan Dronsfield writes

Shadowed Myth

"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."