His velveteen robe wraps around his thin waste
He turns around watching her run away
His gray hair flowing rapidly in the wind
It places on his face
His glossy brown eyes full of fire
His head droops
A cold December evening alone
He brings his arms close
He walks inside
The scent of love is in the air
It burns his throat
He will find her again
He wants to possess her
He doesn't know why
He still longs so
Desperate and depressed
The new emotion holding him down
He detest the urges
But longs it still in the back of his mind
Thinking of her green eyes
Shimmering in deep colour of desire
Her hair twisting in satin
Black as satans robes
The breast of her being
He wants again
Against him
But wants to burn in the pit of hell
For eternity