The Night washes over me like a dream,
Wrapping its black, velvet cloak tightly around my soul.
The Sun no longer my friend, the Night gently strokes away my tears,
Soothing the pain in my eyes, the knife in my heart.
The Darkness is my ally. He stands by my side.
A friend, a warrior against those who want to pull me down.
He is my strength, holds my hand through it all.
He gives me hope.
The Moon is my sister, bravely protecting the Night.
She is honest, bares all she is, strips back the layers as the month wears on.
She holds no secrets, tells no lies.
She does not deceive me.
24.01.2015
forgottonspirit 