stolen fire

i dreamt i dreamt a dream of her. i dreamed of her last night. like many times before she left quick from my sight. her skin so soft so pale glowing in the moon light. her hair long and dark dripping in midnight. the crimson luminescence slashed from her beating heart. i stand in shadow as the puzzle falls apart. with dreary content i drift to sleep in hopes of her again. the wood thick of darkness as i creep the sane, one sound my content friend to help me guide my way. the ever soft beating thud of an empty love. her love, my love reflected off the eyes hidden away from sight. the party laid forgotten as the search is far from light. in these dreams i hunt each night. my hope lays dead in the leafs beaten and torn. this is what she does to me my lovely little thorn. such a child lost and hidden. such a devil with her tricks. this is who she is. this is what i miss. so each night i lay in darkness for the dreams to take. with every prayer i pray with every breath i take. the secret thought of my One desire is to find the lady who stole my fire