Love From Afar

Please tell me that I'm safe? That I'm not insane?

For my mind is filled with visions of confusion

an image of candle flames burning bright

upon a elegant candle of black

carved into a beautiful female figure

yet as the surface wax of this black candle melts

dripping down as if in weeping tears of red

for these are the colours in magic of protection and love.

I see you there, a man of such respect

pulling a band-aid from your form

its blood soaks lint pulled away from its sticky base

before you place it within the flame

a blood ritual no less, an old act that's almost forgotten.

Magic of such repute that's lead me into insanity

blood magic for protection and love , how odd indeed

a blood binding with out consent , for I know it is I that you seek

but is it that what you truly wish for? To be blood bound to me?

Of what reason am I so special to you?

I shall never truly know from this ritual you preform is miles away from me

yet I feel its effect, as if I am split between this form and a form around you

this is unnatural magic so old it as ancient, how do you know this knowledge?

but one thing is for sure, this act of magic is both protecting me

and yet you seem to love me from afar.