he is...

I dream of him, with my eyes open and closed.       

He’s of the darkness, and walks with in the shadows.

There’s wildness about him, radiating with the energy of it.

A lone wolf; unbroken and fierce, yet alone and misunderstood

His eyes are cold and masked; a mischievousness that promises both pleasure and pain

He towers above others; moves with cunning poise

He is fallen; Beautiful in his mistake

Like all creatures his will is free;

His choice defines him; nobility of the knight

Set at great round slab, crusading brethren

Bloodlust warrior, tortured soul

He is the cold shot of fear, and the warmth embrace of safety

Ageless wisdom and willful youth

Damned by his linage, minority for his conscious

He is not lost

It is him

He is mine, my home…

…In the make believe lands of youth, and the desolate depths of bad decisions

As a lost prince and a hope within

I’ve carried him with me; I’ve seen him within all paths

No matter the light his face is always hidden

A blur to the sight, but I feel his pull

I call to him; ache with the need of him

Take me away; show me that there’s something more

Can he hear me, does he feel me?

Is he even real…?

I look to the stars, infinite possibility

But I dare not hope; I am earth, he is air