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