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.

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© 2008 by Chhaya. All rights reserved

PS: 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".

I am re-posting this poem as most of my current readers have not read it... its always kind of embarrassing to read something you wrote years ago... but its one of my favourite.. so here goes :)

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