Saturday, March 19, 2011

Satan my Charmer

When the Dark Prince brings roses to the Heart

Who do I choose ?

Pebble or the bask


I crumble with love and I do know the past

Surround and around warns me and even mocks me


Awhile,sit in my quieten to the existence’s frighten

For the Tempter’s sake I fetch the bosom of philia


He burnt me alive but I stayed with life

Fire is not agony but a test of time


Lucifer or Azazel whom should he be

Harm me or disarm me ...the charms he play


The goodness dwells even within the Satan

Hope of my hope looks for it