Author Information
She is the night
I saw her first stariring into nothing then her, Her majestic violet eyes were fixed on a luminous point in the ebony sky.
And at that moment she became the moons canvas , and it painted her lucent skin with a shower of silver-gray light. Her Ash blonde hair was flowing to the soft rhythm of the zephyr as I watched her luscious roseate move slowly as she sung her dismal promise to the night.
"First light of the dusk, I will extend my hand and reach for Apollo.
I will kiss the adust skin of his knuckle raw, with my blistered lips.
I will savor the acerb taste of a Gods blood as I bite into his torn flesh and declare a victory for the night and its faithful creatures, Blessed is the moon, blessed is the stars, and blessed is the blood I shall provide for thee. "
Slowly and gracefully she turned and walked away from where she stood on the cliff, her white, tarnished gown flowing with the winds peaceful breeze. It seemed as if she were floating. And then the realization came to me. This sainted beauty before me was the night personified.
It was the lady Nyx.
