Gothic Knight

Please don't be a dream. I really hope you are real. I need you to be real. So often I think I am going       crazy with thoughts of you. I close my eyes and see you standing there. I can hear your voice in my head.

 Are you there? Behind me? I can hear you breathing. Your breath falling on me like a mist. I can feel it but not touch it. I know you are there, but I cannot touch you.

Maybe I am a little crazy. Maybe I conjured you from my fantasies. Maybe if I concentrate hard enough I can make you real. You could become a solid being.

 Could I really do that? Truly bring you to life? Would we still be strangers? Would you still be a mystery to me? Would you still be my Gothic Knight?

I don't think I could do that to you. I can't be selfish and bring you to the destruction  
  of my world. When you are fighting to keep what is left of yours.

With your sword and shield, you protect those with none. Your black duster flying at your ankles. Your hair blowing in the wind.

You hear a voice in the night. Calling for help. Calling your name. Little do you know, that it's me calling you from afar. From a far off place. Yet, so close to your heart.

A time has come. A time where I am lost in the dark. And you walk in the light.