Dusk descends. The
last of the dying light fade
Consumed by the ravenous night
While Shadows fade
I stand in this endless green field
Losing its life and colors to night
The wind blows ever softly in my ears
Whispering, soothing
The setting sun is just a sliver of light
And then it flashes softly
Heralding the night
Stars begin to wake from their dreamless slumber
As the last of the light touches the field
A figure coalesces
Drawing the night like a cloak
Spinning enchantments
My mistress approaches
Resplendent in her ebony dress
of velvet and lace
Her oval face hidden in her dark tresses
She looks at me
Staring from eyes of deepest black opal
Framed in almond shaped orbs
set in ivory
Her aquiline nose
And high cheekbones
With thin lips
Her smile lost in her tresses
Her arms long and delicate
Draped in the shadows of her ebon dress
Ending in delicate fingers
Cast in perfect ivory
Velvet highlights
Streaks of silver light
Even in darkness
Curves and lithe figure revealed
I stand before her
In this endless field of green
Losing its luster
Bowing before her beauty
I wait for her in this place
Waiting for light to fade
For the shadows to fade
For night to take shape
The wind hums
She speaks now
Whispers borne by the wind
My name she whispers
She walks, the grass bows
Bends but is untouched
Her black velvet dress a soft whisper
Mingling with the humming wind
She nears me
Her face cast in perfect ivory
She whispers in my ear
Her cheeks brushes against mine
Cold it is yet I feel comfort
She looks at me
I look into her eyes
Lost I seem in those opal orbs
She raises her arm
Her fingers touch my cheek
Cold caress
Yet I feel feverish
Her lips touch mine
She closes her eyes
And I lose myself
In her embrace
For a while
Our passions flare
Her cold touch
Drowning me in its embrace
Image of her face
In ecstasy
Her arms encircle me
Her skin touches mine
For a while
Then I turn from her kiss
She opens her eyes
Sadness etched
She touches my face
Tracing the curves and lines
Then she whispers my name again
Longing, loving
Then she turns from me
Her ebony tresses blown
By the humming wind
Her dress a soft rustle on the grass
She looks back again
Her face cast in perfect ivory
Her eyes reflecting infinite sadness
Tomorrow again she says
Her voice carried by the wind
She walks toward the fading darkness
The grass bends but is untouched
Tiny tears they shed
The first rays of dawn
Golden, red and gray
She fades before my eyes
Gathering the last of the darkness
The wind hums again
Tomorrow I will see her again
My mistress, my lady
Who rules in twilight