Queen of the Night

Walking into the door You see the brown-black queen of the night Scintillating silence throughout a conversation of small-talk Tasteful anomalies of stranger truths and deeper feelings Connect you to her unseen reflection when you look at the glass mirror You desire the presence of the queen of shadows And you approach her with caution and wonder how Far you can dig down deep into her wretched soul To see what makes her dark magic so unattainable And her obscurity so attractive, so formidably stunning That it makes you crave for a small taste of her dark power; A sip of the black blood dripping from her brown lips You look, but you dare not touch because Although she can see you, she cannot want you She cannot touch you or cast her spell to make you her own For all that you see is a hollow shell; your soul has been spared The jaws of infidelity have immaculately deveined her core… So all you can to do is watch the queen of the night And gaze at her daunting enigmatic persona, Imagining what could have been As she walks out the door.