The Allure of the Dark
You draw me to you,
Like a moth to a flame;
A shadow of darkness to the herald of light.
Brilliant,
Vibrant,
Beautiful,
Deadly.
But what a glorious death it would be,
To have touched perfection,
And then
To be consumed by your radiance,
Enfolded in your fiery embrace
For a brief moment,
That lasts
Forever.
April 2000
