Poem I wrote forever ago… But after reading the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer, this really reminded me of Edward…or rather the way Bella percieved him early on. Feel free to interpret as you wish…
Prince of Night
Born of darkness
Brother of shadow
Prince of the Night
You are one sinuous body
Moving with one mind
And one intention
Can the night be trusted?
Can a shadow be stable?
Does darkness offer support?
The night does not serve to
Hold me up, as light—
It engulfs, consumes, encompasses
Pulsing in every vein
Seeping into every pore
And taking me as its other half
Its mistress
Darkness intoxicates
It casts its spell
A fine, subtle web
Trailing tentacles of black
Around heart, mind, and soul
Taking by force
Extinguishing resistance
And silencing doubt
A fire that burns as it distorts
A liquor only its subjects
Are privileged to taste
Take me as your own
Shadow, the stealthy messenger
The arrow in the dark
With not a footstep
Not a sound
It attacks so suddenly, so smoothly
Leaving bare seconds for surprise
And no room for protest
But with its silken touch
Its cool breath
Who could object?
Shadow is an alluring lover
Prince of Night
Lord of Darkness
Master of Shadow
My naivity strives to comprehend
Yet the very essence of my being
Answers your call
Pull me deep into your darkness
Enslave me in shadow
Find me worthy
To rule the night
By your side…