Darkened Souls~

His eyes were of darkness
Reflected from his soul
His heart had been shattered
Left broken and cold

He was a warrior of evil
Fighting for what was wrong
He came to me one night
When he heard my deadly song

Under the red moon we met
Fell into an icy embrace
It sent shivers up my spine
Just to stare upon his face

He held me so tightly
Fighting against my will
Using his power to control me
All I could do was stand still

He kissed my lips 
Sending fear through me
Making my mind race
As he watched my body

I glared at him
Fire in my eyes
He saw right through
My helpless disguise

My smile made him afraid
He thought he was in control
My eyes and hair turned black
Darkened like mine and his soul

My skin went pale
Like the moons glow
And in the darkness
My true colors did show

We stared at each other
Moving closer than before
He saw in my eyes
I was not afraid anymore 

Once again he kissed me
This time I kissed him back
Two dark souls together
Both evil and black

Night Wind.

Have you ever heard the wind go “Yooooo”?
‘Tis a pitiful sound to hear!
It seems to chill you through and through
With a strange and speechless fear.
‘Tis the voice of the night that broods outside
When folk should be asleep,
And many and many’s the time I’ve cried
To the darkness brooding far and wide
Over the land and the deep:
Who do you want, Oh lonely night,
That you wail the long hours through?
And the night would say in its ghostly way:
“Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!” 

My mother told me long ago
When I was a little lad
That when the night went wailing so,
Somebody had been bad;
And then, when I was snug in bed,
Whither I had been sent,
With the blankets pulled up round my head,
I’d think of what my mother said,
And wonder what boy she meant
And who’s been bad today
I’d ask of the wind that hoarsely blew;
And the voice would say in its meaningful way:
“Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!” 

That this was true I must allow
You’ll not believe it, though!
Yes, though I’m quite a model now,
I was not always so.
And if you doubt the things I say,
Just put it to the test;
Suppose, when you’ve been bad some day
And up to bed are sent away
From mother and the rest
Suppose you ask, “Who has been bad?”
And then you’ll hear what’s true;
For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:
“Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo! Yoooooooo!”