girot

Winter crisp breeze chills my hands as I stand beside my own desire my soul aflame a devout pyre your hands so cold in the twinkling night your lips burn into mine with passionate spite a storm arises from within a lover's curse as a saint of sin what began an adventure becomes a crusade desire to lay your curse upon a righteous blade yet you must stand alone to master your demons with strength of your own my place at your side I must abide by the rules of the game my heart I must tame lest I shame us both lover, servant, friend or more my strength and warm embrace are yours forever more.

gods help me... my dumb ass is falling in love.