Lady of the Night
somber silence enfolds the earth,
the night is young, the world is stilled,
the whispers pf the dying hearth,
inviting in the frosted chills,
there she is in heavens sight,
gazing down at slumbered guests,
coating them in silver light,
beckoning them to join the quest,
she knows of all that they hold,
their dreams, their terrors, their earthly thoughts,
she chills their body with their cold,
and chooses them, another's caught,
a temptress with her radiance,
she calls them to behold her,
drawing them, their innocence,
seems to make her colder,
for she, the lady of the night,
is not what she may seem,
her coolness changing into fright,
as she plagues, 'most every dream,
altering judgment before the start,
contorting all they thought inane,
once in the grip of her cruel heart,
they'll never be the same....
she's the lady of the night.
"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anyone..." -Mark Twain.
Goodnight!
for she, the lady of the night,
ReplyDeleteis not what she may seem,
her coolness changing into fright,
as she plagues, 'most every dream,
^^ that's my favourite part.
It's good, I really like it. Interesting choice of subject also :)
thank you, my mind is about as random as they come, lol, glad you enjoyed it!
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