Dark whispers of Love

She lones her dark haven and takes on the day each morning he strolls. 
Hiding in history's long gone paths and trails of wars fought, lost and celebrated of which now only she knows. 
Ruby eyes in adoration of his care for her forest and its blooms. Following each 
step of stone he treads upon, she is the awning beneath the canopies and their protective looms.

She halts her claws against the fortunate sun that invites itself upon his skin as if to out shine. 
Running it's rays thru his hair..where there should be only thines. In her nature she is enemy to the 
light and hater to his world beyond her forested tree line.
" if only the sun was flesh and bone ....aching jealousies need not pine."

He speaks in the language of poems to her rivers and pools above. Carried to her by currents, 
falling from waters heights in syllables of wet love. 

Through her, the seasons share their colors and textures kissing the mastery of his hands in 
wanted fervor and self hate. Angered in the cruel knowledge that he can never be hers, 
she keeps her distance and unknown love to revere hidden behind flora's gates. 

Tilst one new day he strolled into his favored place announcing to the travelling winds his love 
found with the mornings hated light. 
Shard pieces of broken dreams sparkles in the red of her eyes and the demon takes flight.
Seeing a woman in hand with the one she loves and more perfect for him than she,
the devil within is woken with intrusions woman dead in her sight indeed. 

Half woman, half demon now drenched in human emotion, forced to prey and conclude through tears, as love is 
made upon her bed of grass watered for him alone... for so many a year, now bringing forth the worst in all 
centuries of her most feared fears. 

Hooves clank and buck it's echoes on moss and rock towering from perched distance in battles wake. 
Screeching sounds cawed from ravens tongue fornicating with the laments of a woman is heard in terrified ears, 
yet no shelter they find from it to take.  
Hair raised to stand, drool thirsts for taste, staunch claws prep for blood droppings from the female he
embraces from salivas fanged sheen. No longer will she be the hidden rebuke amongst the forested green. 

Her long black locks flowing as she descends down. She circles above them wailing in ancient curses of old. 
Landing before the one she loves in all her dark beauty and her frightened but beautiful foe. 
He steps to her in braverys defense as she pounds her leathered breasts to the tune of great sorrow. 
Realizing he will not return for their walks together, hindering any hopes of tomorrows.
The demon raises her claws caterwauling to the God who cursed her this way for her heavenly crimes...
Her black wings are lowered against his courage ending tornadoes chimes. Prepared to defend the keeper of his 
human heart ...as the demon has done for him unknown so many many times. 

A first war waged that she forfeits, looking into his eyes through vermillion waters, she slowly reaches in and 
quietly with ease gouges her black heart from its once contented place. 
He feels a familiarity resonating from her and his fear disappears into the great nothingness of loss space.
In unknown reason he asks "why?"....... She hands her dark heart to him and speaks in the tongue of his 
ancestors she once knew by name and face.
Her angelic beauty is returned to her form by waiting death and his grace. 

Then in feminine whispers and forgiven chide she says....
"Because I found the gallantry required to break my own heart for love and no more alone shall I need roam."
"Now, Love and be loved, lover of my home."