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The Midnight Haunting

The air is still and cold.
I take a deep breath,
and my exhale colors the
Landscape gray.
I wait for you,
In between my unending madness
And my haunted dreams.

I hear you call for me
And the comfort I feel burns throughout
My body.
I remember that I’m not alone.
I’m never alone,
When it comes to you.

Because you lurk in the
Dusty shadows;
In the desolate corners of my
Ashen soul,
Like an apparition,
Always watching
Always waiting.

We have a symbiotic relationship,
You and I.
Depending on each other to survive
The light.
We can’t live in a world where the other
Doesn’t exist.

The midnight hour is nigh
And so are you.
You emerge from the gloom,
An outstretched hand and a
Preternatural smile.
Your eyes glimmer in the starlight
And your laugh reverberates inside
My skull, like sheet music.

I’m transfixed.
I’m mesmerized
I’m enthralled.

I take your hand and vanish,
Much like we do every night.
We disappear like wisps of smoke
And fly free until the sunrises and
The daylight burns our skin.

Love?
This is more than love;
A childish notion.

This is Eternity.

Fed on by the fantasies of stars.
Kept alive by their blood coursing through our veins.
And nurtured by the darkness of the new Moon.

This is kismet
And we are two lovers,
Convicted and doomed,
To live out our unnatural lives
In this unnatural realm.

We are the monsters that go bump
In the night.
We are the “something wicked
This way comes.”
We are the “forever damned,”
Condemned until Charon takes
Us home.

We are darkness unbound,
We are fate.

~KVP
Art: Skull Heads

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