She is the mistress of the dark.
They sneak around each night;
To meet eachother in the deepest shadows.
Sometimes she feels death in the darkness of his kiss.
He sometimes feels he steals another piece of her soul.
With each new embrace he wonders how much of her soul he swallows.
With each nightly meeting he waits to taste what the night brings.
Some nights it's fear. Others it's passion.
Some nights it's love, Still on other nights it's hate.
He longs to taste her sarrow.
She's longing to feel his desire.
He waits and wants to fill her wishes.
She longing and waiting for his passion.
Little do they know thier wants are lost to the night.
For with each nights meeting they loose more of themselves;
To the mysterie of the night. Each passing shadow brings night to an end.
They've losted eachother as dawn calls to them.
They are only always passing shadows in the night.