The course of my aimless marching kept me within the Meadow; somehow I never crossed a single border.  Each step sounded – endorsed by the heavy weight of death that collected within the giant spaces of my body. My wander was odd to others with my form. They collected and organized into the convenient sections of this world. I was only at ease here; the darkest black spaces.

All progression concluded as an opening of frondescence gave way for the midnight sun’s opalescent glow. I cloyed within her - ignorant to the ungulates that I was forced to share our moments with. Crisp caresses of her shade tangled the mucked strands of black along my neck. Turning upward, my nasals leveled with the anticipated stream of air. Nasals dilated, the bitterness entering my body to greet every crevice; inside it felt much like my body clutched a breath. I pressed the air out of me; dispersing from my lips unchanged. I did not have the ability to change oxygen with my organs - an obvious sign of my deprivation.

I was often caught sinking into my inquisitions – most of them lodged in my own head. At this time, I do not feel so alone. I had left my love to wander moments ago, with a quick peer from my blackened awe – I confirmed I was under the moon’s ruthless aim. My giant dark black shadow cascaded in attendance to the harshening gleam; I couldn’t leave. Amiss my search for her return – I witnessed something so odd. Why odd? This was so odd, I question if I truly saw.

It appeared as if another beam created a physical mass, did it come from the moon? Its blackness was so sweetly embedded into my night – I would not have missed such a lovely shade. It noticed me, I felt its view fondling my intent stare. Was it her?

With my assumptions; I was compelled to leave my post, my limbs broke into a longing tread – I was so close to her. I’ve never seen her physical mass,  her beautiful black hair and beautifully blackened flesh outlined a perfectly sculpted woman.

”My night, please do not stray,”

She seemed flustered in her new form; I might stop here to wait. ” Please… “, I fear she will leave me, I know she must – but, offer me a moment of your beautiful company. I have waited far too long.

V E | I S

My life is full of longing, but for what I'll never know. I've been drawn into the fire as I reap what I sow..

I was lost to her; almost regretting my reservations as her pretty black cells collapsed so perfectly under her dim awn of time. Her spell detached my senses in this instance; surely convinced her shade would never abandon me; ever again. As if I shared this darling dream alone, the nocturnal creatures that infested - suspiciously parted. This was prophecy that break of day would soon take place; yet my proverbial tread did not commence. I alone had her; all to myself. It was like a candied secret we shared. Time was a stranger with her around. Lost like me.

We crashed. We crashed in the most profoundly beautiful way; the only flaw in her taste was that I had not taken it first. My conditions have numbed the barrier that cloaked my corpse; but I have imagined this moment for so long - every sweet fraction of thought rendered the touch. The blackness of my stare ascended to the sky that ran its uncured reflection over the glassiness; to my disappointment there was a luster that brewed faintly between the cloudy array. As I wondered her feel - the blackness cried from my intrusive awe at dawn.

I returned to my beloved; masking the anxiety that pinched my humor. My dream was displaced with constant wonder; as she spoke I could not hinder myself any longer. I moved closer to her - my night’s alluring form was almost as tall; my steps to align against her unblemished blackness was almost perfect but not quite. I had dominated her slightly in height; and I enjoyed the view. For once, I could cover her under my shade.

"My Night…" my acknowledgement mangled from the rutted exterior of my lips; gnawed by the bitter black excretions that were vindictive to my being.

As I rounded her; I could not help but to collapse against her once more, my torn lips returned their affections - my mark of decay latched; yet her prettied black remained unchanged.

I was stuck, Why now?.

I was almost haunted by her feminine form as the corrosive friction followed her with the edges of my teeth; along her neck. The crack of my fangs were astounded by the structure at which they pressed, up to her ears, offering words so affected; it streamed down her caves in a deep whisper.

"…you saved me long ago. You have found me many times before,"

My adoration was firm as my blackly eyes created a home within hers, "Do you remember?" the blackness soaked in a concern that withered me slightly. Almost as corrosive as the endless blight she had bestowed. I was forgiving; she was the only one to give me relief with her dark soundness. As day approaches, I stand and trust that her witchcraft stood effective as well. Even if the shadow deceived. We stood.

V E | I S

If you see a light at the end – it’s just the sun in your eyes.