Power, Seduction, Cries
By SMYGO4EVA

The darkness, charcoal as the night sky, has encompassed everything and anything she had thought to be real, when it was simply her ecstasy-induced illusions. They were as beautiful and ever changing as fire, a magnificent symphony of red and gold within the blackness of it all.

He, the darkness, is the forbidden of all that was within good and evil. Jarring is the interruption of what is perceived as truth and choice, seemingly being the poisoned devils that destroy the happiness that was their ecstasy.

Enthralling is the thrill of the descent, when she knows that her heartbeat and her breath would be tinged within the mass that is what makes up of the evil in men's hearts. When he knows she won't see him; whenever she looks into the darkest crevasse of her own soul, he would be present. She is as beautiful as a rose, a fragile flower that falls and crumbles in his bronzed hands.

In the mist of her disappearing existence, as she is beckoned to his calls, tinged with desire and soothing promise of a warm cloak of shadows. Infernal screams and cries are muffled by her own cries when he finally takes her into the security that are his arms and he takes her as his own. The hollow truth that is love is only a figment of what is called affection, twisted and entangled in the descent to this shining hell called reality.

The darkness seized her, as she is dissolving into the illusion, and becoming the illusion that is the darkness, with power, seduction, cries that scar the living hand. She sings to him, the darkness that has the illusion in the womb that is her new sanctuary, in the power, seduction, and cries that tinge the realm for all time, and for the eternity that is in the darkness.