It comes like a mist in the darkness

discreet and soft spoken.

So unkown and alien just like

the dark side fo the moon.

Comely as a ruby till

blood is drawn due to wrong.

It goes by a foul four letter,

cliche and tender.

Very common and generic just as

one greets, "hello."

But when touched,

Minds are no longer native.

Swallowed by its teeth yet,

sheltered in its paramour.

Arcane is love.

And love is metaphysic.

Tranquil with the ideal.

Serene with the feeling.

Murderous with the departure.

It comes and goes still

once pure,

these eyes blink with fatality.