CREATURE OF DARKNESS.
She walked in the shadows,
with no light of her own.
The dark was her brother,
and the night was her home.
But he still loved her,
more than a coffee in the morning,
more than the smell of a new book,
more than his wildest dreams.
And their love was stronger than the sea at night,
and louder than thunder.
Because, after all, he was able to see the light
in a creature of darkness.
- d. e.
