Yes, the Death Technician can write more than death, Lucifer, and… Brutality. This is for the man who singlehandedly stole the very heart of my soul in one, swift, swipe without even a shred of contesting by me. For my dearest Lion, Richard…
Thou dost not know
At times, my love
Whether black
Or blue
One thing for certain
Doth reside
My deepest love for you
Come storm and tide
This raging within
My very soul doth feel
At times, a bit mislaid
Haunted by sorrow
Yet,
My love, it shall never purloin
The storm, it rages
Endless through dusk
And the Raven
Always shall perch
Yet pallid
As is
This rigid soul within,
Atop my shoulder
My angel does perch
Many and many a night hath gone by
Without thee by my side
In slumber
By twilights last dawning glow
I catch sight of my midnight love
He lulls me to sleep
With the wind as his voice
To drift up into dream
And his kiss is the waking
Warmth upon my lips
Replacing shadows
Silent scream
I dance with the Devil
In the pale light of morning
Yet my Adonis
Always doth glow
Lighting my way
Through darkest of night
None more perfect
Have I ever to know
Thou dost not know
At times, my love
Whether black,
Or blue
However,
Claret is the color my heart bleeds
Creating warmth in these veins
My love, remains
Till the end of all eve
Eternally devout
To you.
L.H. Grey