I like the Eccentric ones—the Misfits and the Rebels  But I am attracted to the Uncanny ones  My darling has a rough exterior—tender only in secret  My beau, he is from another world, with other moons and other suns  Like the Tin Man, he is composed of hollow metals  I call out his name and to me he runs  My heart is beating wildly, my very soul trembles  He is unyielding, immortal, and strong  "Beloved" he calls me,  Though never in words  No other may touch me  To him I belong  I am burdened to never be free  Wanting to do right, but drawn to do wrong   He is a Man beyond my years No trace of boyhood exists in him  But he is a Killer—was made to be one  And there can be no love if it is founded on a whim  Yet he takes away all of my fears  With him, the stars by morning do not grow dim  His rich, theatrical voice alights my ears   A Phantom is he  With such ashen and scarred skin  It makes my eyes water to hear the sound   Emanating from lips so dark and thin  It makes me feel free  To hear of all the places he's been  Do I dare to hope that he loves me?    He's headstrong—likes to be in control  I am caught by his Sorcery, Enchanted by his scowl  He is a Commander and a Peacekeeper   I cannot bear his mood being foul  I aim to lift his spirit, his soul  Or else a Beast is unleashed, set out to prowl  Those grey Dragon-like eyes  By night they are the eyes of a Morlock's  By day they are the eyes of a Wraith  His lair, caverns of ancient rocks  The King's pale icy eyes,  He is the monarch of time, the prince of clocks  A Master, a Genius, so very Wise    Clad in the richest fabrics and suits of leather  Though his most intimate touch is as light as a feather  But because he only exists in the realm of the mind,   I awake knowing this love is doomed to fall to ruin   Before it begins, and I am Cursed to know this love I will not find