Sweet Darkness ( Mother Night)

She crawls amongst the ground, luring the moonlight to her.

Low to the earth she watches, waiting for a chance to slither across the eyes of midnight. Only then does she elegantly dance within the winds, carrying her through the trees. she moans like ghosts through the branches, rustling the leaves that follow. So beautiful, she is welcomed upon the the dark horizon. she sweeps past the bats, basking in her mystery. Pastels of maroon lead her to embrace the stars, dimly lighting her path. The Earth stands still in her seduction. so beautiful, sweet darkness, mother night, has come.

Shattered Dreams And One Last Hope For A Shooting Star

Quietly, I sat upon the river bank where it met the bridge line, the water so deep and dark. I let my hand glide over the surface, trying not to break its unity, but the ripples convincingly tore it away from me once more. How long since I last saw a glimpse of my own reflection?
I guess only the years could answer that.
The river undoubtfully holds so many of my memories that its becoming too murky to look through.
The only reflection I could see was the dark skies looming over it like a slow death waiting in the shadows.
Has it really been that long? Have I really gone amiss with my dreams, so much as to which they've become weak and shattered? The soil beneath my feet poisoned the pigment of my ever white skin. smearing, as the wind slowly hissed around them. atlast, the only thing that lingered was my one last deserate hope to see a shooting star in those ever so gloomy clouds of grey.