Sleepwalker

When your heart is woken, my fiendish love is sleepwalking....

Candlelight dreams
Cascading down your weathered
back, a fetish cry,
From those who dream as you and I;
Twisted, I somnambulate
To graze fields of flowers
Entwined within your eyes
Restless cries,

Cutlass sword of nightmares
Sweet aroma, too late
Your faze was gone and you awake
Don’t forget me,
As your heart unties its memory
I sleepwalk into nights
Of darkness...