What
is this thrill, what keeps up the night;
that
longing in my chest, while staring the moon?
Is
it a monster or armies, some ancient blight?! –
I
wish you there here, come to thee soon…
Would
you rejoice for kingdoms and stars;
if
I lay treasures to engolden your path?
Or
just a quiet stroll to places afar;
there
the chatter of people has not scathed…
To enjoy the silence, while you're so close –
could
honey be sweeter or a lion stronger,
than
your eyes gaze, if you'd chose –
don't
leave me hanging, to be a stranger!
I
would climb mountains and dragons defeat;
chase
away wolves from our chosen flock.
When
is my beloved ready to meet;
or
am I mistaken and out of luck…
Endless
the night and you are still trapped;
locked
in this game, my maddened despair!
I'd
bring you to life against all jacks;
lanterns
and reapers – they don't put up the scare...
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