unionized thorn.

I long for the darkness,
He longs for the light,
But not that of the sun,
He is the darkness,
That wraps me,
while i sleep at night,
The very nightmares,
That do not fright,
But upon thought,
Or touch do seep,
My soul protected ,
His soul reflected,
No shadows within this light,
A unionized thorn in sight,
His blood the very stain ,
Upon my red lips,
As coldest air breaths fast ,
Within his grips,
Upon the brake of dawn,
This unionized thorn,
Dies over and over again,
With the rise of the sun,
He fades away,
Countless hours do call,
Upon the first shadows,
At night,
Is when there souls take flight ,
Within there own created light.