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Eleven-eleven is when my Prince of Darkness comes to me.

I feel His shadow presence

Creating sinful ecstasy.

It is at this time he tells his lies

And it is when they seem most true

Though none of it is real

Therein lies your dread appeal

As I'm lying next to you.

Dark Lord of my yearning,

You need not ignite my desire for you-

It is already burning-

Undying as the sun,

But when the sun is behind the hill

And all are asleep and the earth is still

That is when my world is best begun.

You take away everything from me

Your absence depletes me of all bliss,

But in your denial is where I want to be,

You are too lovely not to miss.

And there is still hope and there is still a chance

That you have not lost me to the light

If you will have with me this one last dance

And we may together toast the eternal night.