can you hear it rustling? the poetic creatures of the night whispering in your ears, beckoning you to follow them to the dark side of the woods . follow them, listen to them . cut yourself away from the social imprint of life and live in the hellish shadows . they will welcome you . they will not jeer . they will not taunt . they will not tease . they are your soul mates . they are the only friends you have . i am a lone wolf; hear my steady footfalls in the darknened night . taste the blood upon my lips, sieze the darkness from my eyes and feast upon it . become one of us; become twisted and entwined within solitude . i feel it's presence, icy fingers upon my throat and i hear it's eerie sounds unsettling my every thought . i try in vain to run, my reveries gripped by violent terror . my only salvation is the shock of awakening and the ecstasy that sleep again brings . i know it's coming, and i accept it like an old friend . for i am ra'ad

the shadows are still tonight, and not a zephyr rears it’s head to exclaim vengeance upon the tyrant’s knotted façade . a silver moon disc rides the electric rodeo in the charcoal firmament, and white-washed billows draw a blinding curtain across the dazzling stars . as he stood upon a large, sharp rock that protruded from the topography with devious willingness his nares picked up a familiar scent; within his file manager he had stored this cologne that belonged to the femme fatale black daisy . his twin towers came forwards to rotate upon her slim figure, and his own lithe ensemble twitched with excitement at seeing her run with the other . stygian lorgnette perceive her and the other, but they do not perceive the one dubbed gingerbread who has apparently called in for a sicky . he was tired of waiting around . desperate men do desperate things; he would go to the quest lands and ask for something to use in war against the lights . let's stir up some fun, shall we? his proboscis is offered towards the vegetation protruding from the topography, enamels bearing for a moment to chew thoughtfully upon it's sweet edges

for i have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night