The Light (Apollo)

I grow weary of the dark, my love.
I become tired of the night's deceitful shadows.
The torturous gloom that permeates my very soul.
The dusk that blinds my sensitive mind from the luminescent beauty of the light.
The murk that painfully eats through my pale flesh as acid through delicate floral blooms.
The glacial cold that keeps my haunting pallor from shining beautifully.
Will you walk the path of illumination, my love?
And walk the trail of the brightest day?
Paved with the blaze of the sun itself?
You can be my Shining Knight, my love.
And I your Lady of the Sky, draped in shining droplets of gold.
I'm so tired of the dark, my love.
Let me absorb the splendor and shroud myself in the truths of the suns luminescence;
Where only you and i shall know the secrets that the casted shadows hide.
The jagged shadows of the night hold more lies than all the veiled truth of the day.
Won't you dance with me, my love,
The dance of time itself?
Feel the noon hour draw nigh and hold me in your lustrous embrace.
Sense the blaze flow around you as sands in an hour glass, never returning.
We are everything and nothing in this incandescence.
Dance the steps of the Elders in this waltz of brilliance.
Feel it envelope us in this promenade of the Ages.
In this radiance shines the beauty forever illuminated in phosphorescence.
We are one as before, and so shall we ever be.
By Her Will, So Mote it Be.