Aria to my soul I lost

Ever reccurent darkness covered my land.
Once a day it came to fill my beating heart.
Once a year it comes to control my soul.
Slowly settling down, as mist it poured in.

She's a devil. The sparks in her eyes say
it all. She's a witch. Watch it - you won't
know how and why. She's a faun. Mystic,
frightening creature and protector - of
kindness and love for flowers. She's a
bird. Gently flying through the sounds,
she will sing an aria to my soul I lost.

The head - it explodes, but never does
completely. Overwhelming moves yield a
shameful act on my cowardly part. Thirty
days, zero nights. Random voice, never
knows what to say. Crawling kites, they
call out to the sky. They beg for astral
stuff that makes you light and shine.

She is out there, dressed in void. She
shakes the Today, navigates her way with
some candlelight. She hurries to tell
me stories. She speaks, then laughs,
then throws a smile. Lively gifts out of
her breast vibrate through the mist.
Happines in the dark, love in my heart.