Through eyes black as coles,

I see through to your darkend soul.

Though a mortal man you may not be,

It is I that loves you so.

I want your kisses so tender and mild,

Your love, fearce and wild.

Though you may not give me a son,

You and I shall share an eternity.

We will reside in the night forever damnd,

Together at last we are free.

By: Edna L. Cole