The Midnight Visitor

            Like shadows creeping the dark,
              She wanders with neither sound nor shimmer.
                On a breath of wind, her trademark,
                  the night is haunted with her glimmer.

            Claws of steel, nakedness,
              malicious fire for eyes...
                Forever calling dark spirits to bring distress,
                  Gaping black wound-mouth, her hatred defies.

            As is a bucket of ice full of glass,
              she's sharp and cold, shocks and slices.             
                Like moon upon night, she sharply contrasts         
                  the beliefs she extends of her niceness.             

            Seductive giggle cuts the air,
              leaves suspending her up there.
                Caressing breeze passes her lips,
                  hiding teeth poisonously tipped.

            Tongue of silver, voice of reason,
              she pulls you into her shadow realm,
                embracing those of mischief, theft and treason,
                  nightmares she easily overwhelms.

            Creeping with stars to the end of the eve,
              like swampgas, her beauty lures final prey...
                Of her malicious intentions do not be decieved,
                  or she'll come and get YOU today...

~



                                                                            FIRST ATTEMPT
                                                                >I had not seen the categories yet<


                                                                  Like leaves dancing in the breeze,
                                                                    She moves with grace and ease.
                                                                          Silent as a mouse,
                                                                      She creeps into your house.
                                                                As sweet as forest nuts and berries,
                                                                      Gentle as a single sherry -
                                                              Light as petals, she lays a tender kiss,
                                                                to wash your dreams with pure bliss.
                                                                      So tenderly done is this,
                                                                  Tis no surprise humans often miss
                                                                      the occasional appearance
                                                                    and the constant interferance -
                                                                    nor her dis- and reappearance -
                                                                      Miss Sweet's silent visits...


                                                                      This fantasy do not dismiss,
                                                                    For I do swear that she exists,
                                                                      The Dark Elf of Tendern"i"ss*
     

     


*clearly a take-off of tenderness, made to rhyme.