Shadow Tome

With every graceful movement, a teardrop ensnares my face.
Oh, how I long to hold you in my passionate embrace.

But time and distance out weighs me. I can come no further still.
My emotions still betray me, my body obeys your will.

This seduction you hath plotted, this passion you hath produced.
Has left my body helpless, trembling, and reduced.

I am no more than your toy, a game for you to play.
A puppet for your pleasure, but then... I like it that way.

An inner longing drives you forth to adventures you've not known.
Discovering secrets long buried in my humble shadow tome.

You read my darkened passages, regarding me with fear.
I appear in the room before you, and you shudder as I draw near.

"My love, what is the matter?" Say I, not seeing your transgression.
"Why do I find you here? Reading of my confessions?"

A shiver skitters up my spine when I glimpse the cover.
"An ode to my darkness" is the title you've discovered.

I freeze in shock, my heart turns brittle.
I feel my soul split up the middle.

Your journeying hath split me wide, a light upon my shadow side.
I cannot be your pure white knight, I am too full of pride.

Addressing the tome, I read aloud the last passage that I've completed.
Of Hell and fire, blood and gore, and horrors not repeated.

The shadow tome obeys my will and glimmers blood red stain.
Within my heart I cry for you, yet my death must you sustain.

For those who travel upon the path that separates Dark from Light,
Must never have their Shadow Tome read beneath the moonless night.

When you awake I will be gone, a memory from a lovers dream.
My face will melt from your mind, not true reality it seems.