My shadow is made of dark, smoky glass,
a fragile reflection of the shards within me.
Love once wielded its
cruel hammer,
shattering the delicate mosaic of my heart,
leaving worthless fragments
scattered in the void.
In the depths of brokenness, I wandered,
lost in a maze of
whispered promises,
each echo a reminder of what was,
the dance with darkness,
seductive and cold,
a lovers bloodied blade cloaked in the
veils of night.
But in the ruins, I found a spark that grew into
a golden beacon in the
blackest night,
His call to embrace the jagged edges of
my soul,
His desire to cultivate strength from my
fragments of despair.
Through the pain, I discover a
higher power,
a love that transcends the mortal bounds,
a union of our spirits and shadows,
fierce and true,
as we journey into the recondite corners of our
beings.
Our dark desires weave their
Labyrinthine threads
As I embrace His love.
I find my reflection anew, not as a shattered
remnant,
but as a whole,
a symbol of strength born from vulnerability.
Our bond,
forged in the crucible of longing,
resilient, profound, and unafraid,
illuminates the darkest paths with the light of
our Unity.