The Pact

Another hour of heart-wrenching pain,

nominal enemies from my conscious bane.

Grandiose benevolence of a pure affection;

elusive curses in darkness complain.

Lord above if such pact I may sign,

only if you would forever be mine!

Renouncing all my blesses if I could,

demonic dreams I would gladly find.

Etchings on a page shall serve you alone,

my masteries for you I may disown.

O so my dear you need not extol me,

night asks for your love alone.

Published in: on 05/02/2017 at 10:12 AM  Leave a Comment  

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