Lady Dusk

For my muse, Valkyrie

The day is done and the night is coming

the lady of the dusk

whispering to me

and the silver-clad elfin wraith hovers

to summon the waiting wings of the raven

to smother the last of the light

and take me from here

forever.

She loves me with the wind on my bare skin

and the waves that wash the pain away

she shines the dark of night like a torch

and it’s pervading blackness washes my soul clean

of its need for the light

and free from the want of warmth.

Her skin against me is the cold touch

that wrings the last blush of that addicting sun

and it will never need the day again

and the rays of light will never reach this flesh.

Her touch is painfully cold

and her fingers trace

brings such exquisite frost

no warm breath can again bring thaw.

It would be my last wish to die in the arms of the night

and never again feel the warm rain

but it is not to be

and the dream soon draws to a finish

and the raven’s wings depart

and forever ends.

The dark figure clothed in moonlight

walking down the road of midnight

receding and taking my heart

and consuming my soul

and leaving me to face the coming dawn

with stolen heart

and eaten soul

and smiling face.