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|This poem should really be read after my other poem Night. Night is sort of my Guardian, if you don't already know. In this poem I defend what he is... I defend him from being wrongly judged for what he is... even though, sometimes, I'm not even sure what he is...||
~Night Judgement ~
You speak to me of love of your God
And of how he died!
But who of he who has suffered.
YOUare those who bear no heart!
Looking upon him with barely a smile of warmth
Or a word of compassion.
He is not all he seems.
Darkness is his heart because the light hurts him.
He has already been hurt too much.
I am there.
Me he loves.
He is as strong as a gale,
As gentle as a zephyr.
Holding him is like holding the night.
Smelling of the forest,
And crackling wood,
And a hint of brimstone.
Eyes as bright as stars
And as deep as blood.
He has been hurt,
He sees all humans his toys to wrought vengeance.
His arms wrap around me,
My warmth bleeding into his cold.
I feel safe as his ebony blackness encloses me,
So much sturdier than light.
I hold him close,
As another would a child,
And I feel no fear as his lips graze my cheek,
Lead to my neck,
Cold nips upon my skin.
I hold him close
And hold him sweet
As his teeth coax my skin open
And his hurt and pain flow into me
As he laps my warmth up with his tongue,
The only warmth he can find.
His fiery home is cold compared to me.
He kisses away the pain in my neck,
Soothing the tattered flesh which he had wrought.
I hold him tight,
Clenching my arms around him,
But filled with his love
And feeling his pain,
Only I can understand.
I touch his face
And feel his tears,
Share in his pain.
Hold him close as he cries
As he reaches down inside himself,
Replacing the cold with my warmth.
So there am I,
Him holding me close
As I am wrapped in him.
I smell his muskiness
And feel the dark power of Night.
He shudders at my touch
As I hold him close,
So hurt over the centuries,
And all I can say is
Where is your God's love?
Simply look into his eyes
And you'll see that you are wrong.
You are blind.
There is no love in your God,
Only something darker.
Darker than my Night.
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