Darkened, cold Hall

by Desera

No one knows he leaves his bed to seek his Lover's arms, where finally he can sleep in peace, safe in the cold, dark hall.

A/N: What is up with me and poetry lately?? Wondering if anyone can name the scenario I'm describing here?? For some reason FF is not emailing me my reviews or things, happened to anyone else?? Anyways, please enjoy :) Would love to hear feedback. 'Sera

Clear as the night, his footsteps are hushed.

The material falling silently around him, his breath but a wisp.

Stealthy he moves down the stairs, to the darkened cold hall,

To the room of his lover, under the cover of nightfall.

The air moves around him, but no one will know, invisible force silently moving to and fro.

By morning he'll be back, in his tower up high,

And pretend that he stayed there, only one other knows it's a lie.

In his Lover's arms he does sleep all through the night, it's the one place he feels safe, it's the one place he calls home.

And try as he might but resist that sweet call, at midnight he'll go searching,

Down to the darkened, cold hall.