NIGHT'S  MISTRESS

Soft rustle of long vanished silk
As throught the dark she glides
Her beauty hid behind tangled hair
Strange yearning in her eyes

Enveloped by nights velvet wings
Beloved by Death himself
She seeks to find what is not there
In sorrowing silent stealth.

Her presence pulls nights blanket down
Flames gutter into dark
Green eyed enigma drifting by
Pale shade with hapless heart

If chance should favor you to see
Her silent passing shape
Beware those carrion arms embrace
They'll lure you to your fate..
December 1999

Stark silhouette against a pulsing sky, He watches a world shudder and then die.
One blood red tear runs down his gaunt pale face, In silent tribute to the human race.
February 1999