The Darklings

Angry, the wind howled
I chose the frosty moonbeam, over
the raging fire, blessed by hell
my own twin flame

Banished in death,
I wandered the weathered land
Chained, cursed by your love
as dark as my sinful soul

My heart denounced me
tormented, by your betrayed eyes
Guilt ruled by the day,
reigned, mauled me by the night

Lonely, I treaded the moor
paralysed with the avenging ice
Devil didn’t claim me, my love
He knew without me, you can’t die

So here I am, watching you wither
with the pain that I gifted
Your dark eyes burn with passion
made sweet by maddening hatred

I stand by the heath
tired, soaked, shivering
near your window,
out in the blinding rain

I came home to you, torn
by the merciless wind.
Hold me in your arms forever,
Please let me in.


© 2008 by Chhaya. All rights reserved
PS: the image is googled

Those who have read the "Wuthering Heights" will know that this poem is a dedication to Heathcliff and Catherine. For me, they define the word "Soul-mate"