Ode to the mysteries

Unimaginable the pleasure

I derive from the pain

Of craving for you

Unbearable the pain 

I acquire from the pleasure 

Of adoring you 

When day becomes night 

and night in turn 

ripens into day 

When love becomes hate 

and in turn emerge 

as love again 

When truth comes to be lies 

and in the end turns out 

to be the truth 

Under the starlit night sky 

I write this ode 

to the mysteries 

of love and hate 

of life and death 

My goddess of oblivion 

to you i submit 

My heart and soul 

~Vagabond~

by LiBiArt