Heart Of The Matter
He Skulks In The Night ...
Lecherous, leering,
Steeling into the night,
With only lust in his dark depraved mind,
What does he know of love?
This man,
Who so desires that which he can never possess,
A heart so blackened by lustful thoughts,
And revenge,
That love can never enter his chamber,
Nor would it be recognised.
He plays his game,
Under camouflage,
Concealed in anonymity,
And ventures into the night,
Seeking the victim of his desire,
Tainting and tormenting,
Her ocean of tranquillity, now,
A torrid raging sea,
She desperately, seeks refuge from.
We've seen him,
This man,
Content only with conquest,
And depravity,
He skulks in the night,
His victim oblivious,
To his intent.
Linda Harnett, ©2006
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He Skulks In The Night ...
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