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