Your Lover

Damn, I wish

I was

Your lover

Your resurgent breath over the highest hill

Your innocent moan in the night’s pleasure

Your beacon when the armies draw nigh

Your chariot when roads swarm with death

Your hope with heaven turns blind eyes

And your fire when reminder is needed

That hell burns much hotter

So love me here, love me now

Before the heretics come

and strip away my joy

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