Temptation

“Whom so ever cry out my name this night
shall visited dreams rearrange their lives.”

Fairytales - wishing wells offer nothing;
young hearts yearns to span ‘cross bridges of ash;
lost lands of barren rock desolation
hope for high tide castles made not of sand.

Enough tears to drench, cannot satisfy
deserts that refuse to germinate seeds.

Cry - out loud - my name from your window sill;
cry out my name and rain shall reclaim earth
forgotten, cast aside by destiny.
Cry - Dark Raven, feel the world surrender.

Yours to articulate, manipulate;
draw lines through land, watch love head your commands!

There is always a price, a sacrifice
just a tiny piece of eternity;
something pristine for my dark collection,
a token of my great benefactions.

Whom so ever cry out my name this night
shall visited dreams rearrange their lives.