where the nightelves dance
(just take one fearful glance...)
starshine shimmers on obsidian skin
and dark silken robes float with the nightwind
graceful and silent just like their high elven kin
in morning mists when light is still dim
where the nightelves sleep
(with each others in their arms to keep...)
soft breaks the autumn sun
through layers of dark curtains
down your back my fingers run
as outside daylight brightens
where the nightelves love
(a black crow flies, leaving the white dove...)
with moonlight breaking on nightenblue flesh
and tears glittering in your endless eyes
as gentle and smooth a kiss as a caress
and every song on your lips like grieffilled sighs
...dream...
and when the nightelves die
only bright cruel daylight remains.
the sun presses your eyelids close
and then it burns your dreams.
01.04 by schattenfisch