Nightland

The sun is setting.
Twilight hour stirring near.

Its black, velvety sheet covered the land,
in night.

A solitary soul, shining bright,
A mere spark of life in this dark abyss.

"Dangers of the dark," He whispered to me.

I shivered, as his cold, blood freezing breath
enveloped my very bones.
I hid withing the shadows, blackest of blacks.

He touched my hand, and I fell through the cave.
The cave of which announced my death.

I cried, for this nightland was all that covered my eyes.
Every corner, every stone,
melted into a pool of deception.

My night, my sweet dark murderer.
Always with the inability to enjoy it.

The sun has set,
and in its place a grinning moon.
Twilight hour has passed,

and I froze as he embraced me in his arms.
My blood, in his hands.