If you see a light at the end - it’s just the sun in your eyes
A voice succeeded with a soft chime. I acknowledged her sound as it flashed; she was here. Black eyes swarmed to the origination of her melody - to find her blackest self right beside me. Her delicate and feminine tune was so faint - I had almost lost it. Despite holding onto her single word - I did not understand of what it was - Nimfa.
I could only watch my night as she nurtured the child that crumbled at my feet. My beloved summoned it to stand as if were a marionette doll - standing tall as if it had a moment of strength. It was our creation - I just could not accept how we could make something so feeble. So mortal.
”My night…”
An urge to touch her black dark flesh lingered just beneath the surface, yet, there was something that deferred me. Her shadowed presence was so perfectly aligned with the time of her obscurity - it was an image of something I long desired; and it suddenly appeared.
”The young creature has needs that the others consume for life.
My vocals procured vibrations from my throat, expelling a rich statement that sank from my lips - heavy with the blight that collected since my last exchange.
”It can not stay here with us.”
I watched as the child affectionately gnawed at its mother’s side - it knew her. My night’s aura had an influence over her fellowship - she simply needed to exist to satisfy me.