My figure bathed in the blackness that flourished in my beloved shadows; my limbs were merged into its sweet shade - my tread an apparition as I swam into the darkest depths. My claws procreated a noticeable sounds against the ground; my illusion deceived by the ignorance of my own being. I was not a creature that feared to be discovered, I simply had a distaste to mingle with the living that engrossed the plains of this specific territory. It was too habitual for me to bother with.
I grew tiresome of the aimless wander I had decided to wane the moments without my night; to resolve - I chose a direction quite different. I stopped.
Without movement my awe was able to capture everything that had moved, bled, and spoke. I could feel the dead and their chills that punctured, touched, and kissed the brisk of my blackly flesh.
There was a jarring feeling that floated over my aura; it was not the foul decay that split from the dialing pores of my corpse; nor the black tar that moderately wept with its blithely thickness ... it was something my eyes had clasped in a type of fascination. I could fathom two creatures move - both reflecting a color of flame, yet shrouded to a more dull ember. That was also quite deceiving - see, this flame grew as they had embraced into an adoration - I could not determine the fact. She could be vulnerable and be taken by the masculine; he who was the more profound spark that seemed to cover her.
I crept closer to the couple; my eyes fixated on the warmth of their togetherness; it was quite lovely and sweet - and odd how I patiently observed. I craved more of a physical understanding - yet something influenced me to stand this one out.
V E | I S
If you see a light at the end – it’s just the sun in your eyes.