O SHIT.

Yea.
Poet mode~!
The ephermal darkness outside the glass
reflects upon our very souls
our deepest desires
the night dissuades the impertinate questions
the answers are only rhetoric
The dancing of the light uponst our feet
Dazzles.
The moon only speaks to the wary listener
and the wary listener rarely talks to the moon
The traveler amongst us is too confused
true nature too blurry, unfocussed, hazy
Like the ever changing seasons
We wither and change
The crystal reflected one more thing
His eyes as deep as the clouds
And forever immortalized in his face
His marble face
As you turn in the night and no one is there
You start to remember there is no him
just human nature
Human nature of delusions and illusions and insanity
of wishes and horrors and humanity
was there ever a him tonight?
The quickened pacing in the mind stops and grows tired
as does thought.
He was never here
Just the night, and me.
The night and the ever encroaching darkness within
The crystal clear reflection of our souls
Desire.
Love.
Lust.
Sadness.
Solemn.
Hope.
Familiarity.
Glint of light.
Him.
And he is the night that walks amongst us.
A night in shining amour.
And the questions to have asked are answered with a farewell.
As the maiden runs out of a ballroom
The night jumps out to the sky.
Through the crystal clear glass
reflecting his eyes and my soul.

Beautiful night

-Juliet Envy Midnight Victoria VanSchulear