Promising are the whispers
of the night wind
Enchanting are the melodies
of the dark waters
The soft breath of the wind
encircling the body
The earth has grown silent
No sound from the stone
Beneath the feet only steady vibrations
reflecting the rhythm of darkness
Longing for something intangible
Yet there are forms in the dark
-shadows without light
blackness flowing near
A kiss of black fire
embraced in the arms of death
Held aloft by the thousand arms
of the night















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