Yes, I shall admit, I love you,
as dark creatures that stalk
the night are to be loved;
concealed in icy shadows
or a black haunted heart.
Albeit the Sun now a blurring
evanescent memory. Our faith
and hopes are born after twilight;
whilst creeping among raucous
thoughts of anguished despair.
Raise hands to hide a star shine.
Walking hushed paths and keeping
your faithless desires locked within.
I shall always be but a whisper away,
once the lit candles are extinguished.
For I’ll secretly ride upon the steamy
ribbons of impassioned desires within
your essence. Pursuing the rapture
while I chain the evil inner demons;
Shadow Souls waltz to a fiery flair.
© Ken Allan Dronsfield
Excerpt from the book “The Cellaring”
About the Author
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a published poet and author originally from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. He loves thunderstorms, walking in the woods at night, and spending time with his cats Merlin and Willa.
He is the co-editor of the poetry anthology titled, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze available at Amazon.com. His published work can be found in reviews, journals, magazines and anthologies throughout the web and in print.
Visit Ken’s Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/ken-allan-dronsfield.html