Note: I guess this is quite a romantic poem, and not so angst-filled as usual (though fear not, there is still some there!) It deals with the feelings of a less antagonistic Dr Lecter, probably post-novel. I hope you like it.
TOUCHED
By JetNoir
Blessed am I
to witness your
very presence.
To lighten this
room with your
very smile.
To see your eyes
glimmer: reaffirming my
unquenchable passions.
Touched.
As such my
adoration which spans
the past thousand years…
…crosses stars and sky
to find you
alone and weeping.
For the sky might
open wide and
burn us all to fiery torture.
But that
could never change
a single little thing.
In this macabre
world: do you invite
le danse de Morte?
My love for
you, dearest heart
is true.
For to know the
essence of your Soul:
I am nothing less than…
…touched.
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JetNoir