Demonlover (poetry)

This is a creative work set in the world of Elanthia, attributed to its original author(s). It does not necessarily represent the official lore of GemStone IV.

Title: Demonlover

Author: player of Charna Ja'Varrel'Kav

Anticipation spawns half the fear—
Wanting you while waiting to be near.
Willingly, I'd be your simple pawn...
I plead. But do you ever hear?

When you are gone, your touch I miss,
For sparks ignite with every kiss.
When I'm alone, black is the dawn,
All this from one simple tryst.

To my flesh you bring a flush.
My blood sings when 'gainst you I brush.
Craving your lean and sinewy brawn-
In a dizzy, intoxicating rush.

And she whispers in the dark...

You must be my Demonlover
No mortal man could love me so completely
And then recede into darkness

When the time is wrong, then he is gone.
My lips tremble until the night is on.
Pain, torture, ecstasy in my heart—
For blissful release I ache and long.

His gentle caress is half the art,
That causes my quickening pulse to start.
Anguish ravages me when he's out of sight.
Solitude's an empty abyss when we part.

And she whispers in the dark...

You must be my Demonlover,
No mortal man could love me so completely,
And then recede into darkness.

My breathless words--and they are all true!
Mean strange things to those with another view.
Others look, and they despise--
The wonders and horrors that he can do.

Lightning glitters in his eyes,
Flame that must tempt and tantalize.
My spirit he's changed, bent, imploded.
Doom or bliss, to him my soul must rise.

Sensations that are overloaded—
Passion fights and it's exploded.
Bring it to me, all that I feel is right,
In your image I crave to be molded.

And she whispers in the dark...

You must be my Demonlover
No mortal man could love me so completely
And then recede into darkness

Nowhere can be our home, is our place,
Anything, anywhere is our space.
I beg and grovel to be called "lover"—
I'd betray the world for your embrace.

We borrow time carefully from others,
Stealing minutes from those that smother.
I want people to stop and see and learn-
But they turn from our love, and seek another.

Within my breast I feel lustfire burn.
Your passion matches mine at every turn.
No one understands--it's good, it's right!
Your soul knows for what I yearn.

And she whispers in the dark...

You must be my Demonlover
No mortal man could love me so completely
And then recede into darkness

And the night whispers back...

If you stare into the void long enough
My sweet
It stares back