He came to her with a silent gust of wind. Open windows of her soul, inviting the dangers of the night, lured him in, tempted him to just taste, to just sink into her open heart. Pull the threads of her contempt and tangle them with his roots and branches.

To cause an eclipse to her sun, to fill her moonlit pond with darkness.

Her wheel spun a thin silk to capture him in a stardust net, to shatter his mirrors which never reflected the truth. To delve under his masks and bury her fingers in his lies.

He wanted to steal her, enrapture her with wild woods and vast meadows, with beds of starlight, and thick moss.

He wanted to steal her and entrap her inside the heart of the night, where all sins turn virtues and poison is as delicious as the elixir of life.

His hungry dying star.

Her lord of forgotten dreams.

… spreading the twilight on their path…

His burning flame.

Her shadowed demise.

They will drink from the vein of desire.

… sucking it dry.