Cast aside your darkness,
Chosen for its beauty,
Tempting as dragons' gold
Deadly in its grip.
Chosen for its beauty,
The object of your love,
Deadly in the grip
Of dragons--of death.
The object of your love,
Is tempting as dragons' gold;
Of dragons, and of death
Cast aside. Yours, darkness.
postscript
Well, here's to catching up in DFC. My finals are over, so I have no excuse. Though catching up might mean a lousy poem or two, hastily thrown together, like this here Pantoum.