An exorcist's black mist binds me within protruding spires,

Dreary heirs of maimed souls, desolate cages in which fear spirals,

I clutch their steel bars in place of her silk skin,

I miss the embrace of her enchanting gaze,

Her touch once injected within my veins a pale ember,

The gentle whisper of a laced kiss,

Heaven's bliss was concealed in her wine lips abyss,

The irate sorcerer carves into stone, "adolescere". 

The End

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