Rightful Urge Of Farewell

Must you stay and i will make you imbrue my impuissant frame,
Steady your veins, breathe and as you do so watch me linger like a smoke,
Do not dare cross me by your philippic misfit,

There's this shadow and it's malefic— but it's crescent!
And its summons a part of me, a tryst between the moon and our sun,
Walking towards its abode, you would be glad, its stygian!
But this shadow, it corrupts individuals,
Sickening and the sickest of all,
Its blinding as it is fulgent.
All my apologies but i have to get going.
Take my words as a sign.
Adieu.