Stirs in the Cauldron of Twilight

In the stillness of the night, I sit by the glowing campfire,
Embraced by an endless blanket of warm stars.
I lean my head on the moon’s shoulder,
And he envelops me gently with his radiance,
Shielding me from the encroaching shadows of loneliness.

I stir my dreams in the cauldron of twilight,
Each bubble—a wish sent on a moonbeam,
Every string of steam—a spiral of hope,
For your fleeting gaze to fill the hollows of my heart.

Like a Witch amidst the dancing flames,
I fervently invoke the celestial light.
Could I cast a spell to attract your affection?
No…
I can’t…
I won’t bewitch your heart…
I loathe cursed adoration.
I shun false and deceptive masquerades.

Still, Evil sneaks in with his deceits,
Haunting me with wicked lures of delusion,
Invading my thoughts, polluting my consciousness.
At night, when darkness closes my eyes,
His demons plunge their claws into my bleeding heart.

Yet, bolted to the sacred stone of pristine sincerity,
I tower tall, siding with purest honesty,
Inviting blooming, genuine love.
I yearn for crimson passion, an ethereal weave,
And your heartfelt desire for me—rooted deeply in utter truth.

I nurture a single seed of hope that
One day, a flicker of your attention
Will find its way to me
And ignite sincere feelings for me.

Why is love so elusive?
Do the flames’ gentle flickers hold the answer?
Their tender whispers enchant me,
Soothing my heart as I wait for you.
For I cannot erase you from my mind.

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