Ombra Traslucida

I am but what none can see.
Hidden so beautifully
Among phantasms of thee.
An epitome of Love’s other fate
are we…
Oh, I wish for our bright days passed…

We were once even bright
As the beautiful North of the night.
Even Apollyon sickly detests,
The horrid feelings which shadow my steps.
Oh, I wish for our bright days passed.

~ by Jamie on June 14, 2007.