O queen of darkness, O empress of thought.
O poetess, temptress; that men have sought.
With resolved ennui you pen the maligned,
letting you into, my subconscious mind.
As you kiss the depths that causes my dream.
With a pen in your hand you make me scream.
Just with a stroke of your calamus quill.
You infest my mind and give me a thrill.
You dance in my mind and toy with my fear,
provoking lust and emotions austere.
Demons and angels; your immortal art;
give birth to the terror that you impart.
So hear me O queen as I fall to sleep,
your poetry touches my soul so deep.
Adding your comment:
o' thank you, poetess: for this masterpiece, you have written for me.. i'm speechless.. 
