Spiral

This day was the day.
A year later
I will remember no more.
This day was the day.

A brush against her
In the empty library halls –
This day was the day.

She has hair as black as mine,
Is about as tall as me,
Carries far too many books,
Yet no step of hers falters.
This day was the day.

This day was the day,
Among many other days,
When I watch her without looking,
Let her presence suck my will,
Her gazes heat the cold,
Questions mock my quiet.
This day was the day.

A lapse of control
Behind a deserted bookshelf –
This day was the day.

She is taken by surprise,
But her lips seem ready,
Her body appears hungry,
Though no more than mine.
This day was the day.

This day was the day,
The only day among days,
When the monster in me sleeps,
Let my heart burst into fire,
My body know its warmth,
Soul be a whole.
This day was the day.

This night was the night.
Lies and secrecies
Do not feed her love.
This night was the night.

A silent scream of pardon
In a moonlit corridor –
This night was the night.

She will listen no more,
Her passion has dissolved,
Her disgust has become her.
So I let her go.
This night was the night.

This night was the night,
The one fateful night,
When I lose a woman’s love,
When my monster rises to glory,
My hatred fires my heart,
Thirst suffuses my soul.
This night was the night.

A lost chance of redemption
Lying on a dusty floor –
This night was the night.

She is taken by surprise,
Her eyes lose their focus,
Her body falls in a graceless heap.
Thus I take her memories.
This night was the night.

This night was the night,
The night among other nights,
When I turn to my dark future,
When my wand strikes with fury,
My power lusts for more,
Weakness dead and gone.
This night was the night.