A single candle flickered in the room casting only a little light,
causing shadows to dance on the walls. She sat at the rim of the bed
watching him breathe peacefully; her eyes bright, almost feverishly.
"How can one so angelic be a demon to my darkness," she whispered.
nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets
never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night