I See A Bad Moon Rising
And I Want to Paint It Black
A lunar eclipse could make my soul rest today
The passion of darkness might ease the pain that has tainted me
My heart aches for the return of the night
So that I might be with the man of my dreams
The man who I cannot see during the day
But with whom I sleep at night
I was told that he was a monster
I was told that he was a hideous beast
I was told that because I am useless
A beast such as he was the only thing that would ever marry me
I never wanted to marry before or after they told me of
The prince of the dark heart
The only man I could ever love
I was afraid at first of this sacred curse of the soulmates
Who must never touch in the light of day
Nor catch a glimpse of one another in the dark
I never viewed myself as beautiful
I never liked to be around other people
The thought of a dream lover instead of a husband
Became more and more appealing to me
And I accepted my fate of a life lived in dreams
The only demand I had of all of them was
That I must never bear children to love
I wanted my heart to be dark
I wanted to live in my dreams
And sleepwalk through life
I would be the wife of a Jedi Knight
I was the huntress
The queen of the Sith witches
The secret daughter of Darth Maul
The progeny he bore with the White Nick Witch
Before their tumultuous fall from grace
And now the time had come for me
To become the Padawan to a great God
A Hollow Man who I would never see
Eros the winged love God of mythology
They called me Psyche, the human soul
And on our wedding night
I was led to him under blindfold
The ceremony was brief
Attended by no one in either
So-called Royal Family
After the priest said words that I care not repeat
The God of the sun, love, lust, and heat
Wrapped a rope around my wrists
And led me to a home that he had prepared
There he would cast a spell upon me
And I would sleep for eternity
Never knowing the touch of another, not even he
Because my life would be but a dream
While living as his trophy wife
In a daze called my dream life
About the Creator
Diane Michelle Campbell
I write to be free.
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