Ritual!

“And all the while I thought about you

There was a sense of chaotic calm

It screamed to me to devour you

A recipe of sin and lust, irresistible night

Just the old darkness growing around

And I chose to plunge in depths of your desire

For you seemed to me to be made of fire

What else could burn our shadows abound

Yet soon the night ceased to grow

And warmth of air suffocated

For once the flames start to die

It burns one with an agony and more

And all the while I thought it was over

I craved for you as an addicted insomniac

Such is the habit of night my dear

One is bound to suffer yet waits

Until solitude is withered and trampled

Once again, alas!”