Twilight
The night
is mine
and no one can take it away
. . . but you.
You came and saw me,
blinding me with you light.
So pure and bright.
There this tug in my chest,
just a little to the left,
when I see you.
What did you do to me?
I know you're not a witch.
You make the light so intriguing.
You're not like me,
born of the night, always in the
shadows and the back of men's minds.
You're are pure,
born of the light, always in the
sun and a beauty in men's eyes.
Let us be one
because I can't take this tug anymore,
it hurts my soul and heart.
Let us be one
not of the night, nor of the light,
but of the twilight.
