© Samael Darko
Running like cold silver,
That are my nights.
You are like a heating shiver.
Running down my spines.
Who are you, friend or foe,
Woman of Grace ?
An Angel or black crow,
Or my last embrace?
My rainbow is turning black,
And my clouds are burning.
I’m going back.
But I start learning,
What you mean to me…
You’re my flame in the winter of fear.
I’ll wait until the end starts,
As I lie dead in black despair,
Through my cold lips I say…
I love You with all my heart.