coming and going
she sits and stares
upon twilights face
her name is skye
a creature of the night
her kind are feared
her race slaughtered
upon her sill she sits
wondering of there is
another like her, she
sees the sky darken
it is almost time
it is almost safe
to walk upon the earth
which is full of beauty
yet also deadly
through dark
corridors she walks
hoping to find him
for he is also wandering
through those same corridors
in which she walks
she finds a door
he a ladder, both
lead to the same place
their feeding ground
their haven from
the woes of mortals
for mortals they are not
born of ash
raised to believe
that they are mortal
they find it diffucult
to shed their mortal
lives, she finds herself
drawn to the place
she was found as a child
he finds himslef drawn
to where he lost it all
all held dear and sacred
can it be that
they are controlled
by fate, forced to
lead sorrowful lives
unhindered they draw closer
each a different path
yet both end in the same
place, neither knows what
is going on, yet quickly
they are drawn apart
for the sunrise has come
as night grows longer
their conversations do as
well, usually ending in
abrupt silence as the
sun rises yet again
finding themselves drawn
together more and more
until it is
not two souls
but one altogether
