Like dark doth cloud Light,
As night doth murder Day,
I have stolen Thine innocence away.
Thy soul how it cowers in fright,
from a Raven hunting in the night.
The blackest black mine feathers be,
shrouded in mystery to all but Thee.
You know my truth's but fear not Yee,
for I shall return Thy innocence.
A new life wilst we commence,
one not knowing pain or fear,
nor shall we know the salt of a tear.
Like the Sun I shall warm You,
With love, You I shall imbue.
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