Silver Crow

[Someone (on facebook again) had requested that I write a poem about waiting for "the one" so here it is. I hope that it is what they are looking for.]


It burns it burns it consumes all feelings,
This agony of ecstasy leaving soul reeling,
Stripping layers of inhibitions, away they peel,

I must resist,
I must desist,
Mustn’t break Heaven’s trist,

This possessing desire,
Blazing hot like a fire,
O’ Flee now before straits are dire,

Your very presence is a blow,
Upon me, with your temptatious glow,
My Fair Silver Crow,

I feel base like a beast,
Wanting to take and feast,
To taste from greatest, to least,

But I shan’t,
I Can’t
I must resist passion’s rant,

Resist this bloody lust,
To embrace my fellow dust,
To break faith, to break trust,

Such is the conflict of this communion,
Of my mind, heart, and flesh; no happy union,
Feelings and primal lust in collusion,

Yet you, Silver Crow,
Will never know,
Of this fight, of its flow,

For you were not given to me,
Therefore it can not be,
I will not chain myself to you in iniquity,

I will wait for the Raven of my dreams,
Not the, Silver Crow, of passion’s screams,
I will wait for the one He deems,

Even if she is not fair,
Nor the “woman of silver hair”,
Or a princess rescued from beastly lair,

I will do what is right,
Even if I fight alone through the night,
And no help meet is found in the light,

Still even then, I will serve.