Stolen

To ease this boy
To swerve this occurrence
To lie waste where beauty once lie
To lift spirit
To catch the criminal
who stole our darkness and light.
And hold in contempt
thief of light.
Wills bent, this savage pilferer
sidles silently near.
His scent of singed hair
and burned skin
reminder of his essence
A demon.
His claws upon you
His fangs so close to artery.
His breath, as sulphur
In your nostrils so deep.
This demon ours
This demon mine.
Our souls entwined