Eryael's Touch

This haunting song was written by Charna, the Moon Maiden, who had been touched by Eryael. A saying among some circles may serve to put this piece into perspective: "The Rose's touch may mar the body for a time, but it scars the soul ever after."

Anticipation spawns half the fear--
Wanting you while waiting to be near.
Willingly, I'd be your simple pawn...
I plead. But do you ever hear?

When you are gone, your touch I miss,
For sparks ignite with every kiss.
When I'm alone, black is the dawn.
All this from one simple tryst.

To my flesh you bring a flush.
My blood sings when 'gainst you I brush.
Craving your lean and sinewy brawn
In a dizzy, intoxicating rush.

And she whispers in the dark...

You must be my Demonlover
No mortal man could love me so completely
And then recede into darkness

When the time is wrong, then he is gone.
My lips tremble until the night is on.
Pain, torture, ecstasy in my heart--
For blissful release I ache and long.

His gentle caress is half the art
That causes my quickening pulse to start.
Anguish ravages me when he's out of sight.
Solitude's an empty abyss when we part.

And she whispers into the night...

You must be my Demonlover
No mortal man could love me so completely
And then recede into darkness

My breathless words--and they are all true!--
Mean strange things to those with another view.
Others look, and they despise
The wonders and horrors that he can do.

Lightning glitters in his eyes,
Flame that must tempt and tantalize.
My spirit he's changed, bent, imploded.
Doom or bliss, to him my soul must rise.

Sensations that are overloaded
Passion fights and it's exploded
Bring it to me, all that I feel is right
In your image I crave to be molded

And she whispers into the night...

You must be my Demonlover
No mortal man could love me so completely
And then recede into darkness

Nowhere can be our home, is our place,
Anything, anywhere is our space.
I beg and grovel to be called "lover"--
I'd betray the world for your embrace.

We borrow time carefully from others,
Stealing minutes from those that smother.
I want people to stop and see and learn
But they turn from our love, and seek another.

Within my breast I feel lustfire burn.
Your passion matches mine at every turn.
No one understands--it's good, it's right!
Your soul knows for what I yearn.

And she whispers into the night...

You must be my Demonlover
No mortal man could love me so completely
And then recede into darkness…

And the night whispers back:

If you stare into the void long enough,
My sweet,
It stares back.

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