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.