she walks slowly through the dim starlight,
the night
pressing up against her skin, wearing nothing but
the shadows
clothe her, enrobe her, as she wanders through
the darkness
makes her nightmare creatures real to roam and haunt
the night
hides the eyes she feels watching, she runs through
the shadows
cling to her, clutching her arms and legs, sticking in
the darkness
is smooth but thick, solid, trapping and holding her in
the night
steals her breath from her chest, she gasps, she inhales
the shadows
slip deep into her lungs, her heart, her blood, her sweat is
the darkness
pouring from every pore, then evaporating back into
the night
caresses her soul, she is teased and tempted by
the shadows
blinding her eyes, yet allowing her mind to clearly see
the darkness
soothing, calming her heart, panic and fear giving way to
the night
entices and thrills her to her core, overcoming her will
the shadows
blinding her sense of self, she gives in, surrenders to
the darkness
strips her of herself, her skin no longer a barrier to
the night
enters her fully, mind, body, and soul giving in to
the shadows
become her flesh, her body, her fingers, her face is
the darkness
holds her expanding mind, her rising soul becomes
the night
now surrenders control, secedes to her the secrets of
the shadows
bend to her will and whim, she flexes and shifts
the darkness
she picks up her quiver and bow, which pierces
the night
with its silvery shafts, always aimed true, parts
the shadows
conceal her as she hunts her nightmare creatures through
the darkness
holds no more fear for the one who was once haunted by
the night
she searches, the hunted now the huntress, hunting through
the shadows
reach out, seeking out more than nightmare creatures in
the darkness
is a lonely place, she watches any others wandering through
the night
seeks for others she can speak to, others she can touch with
the shadows
looking for others alone and hunted, afraid and haunted by
the darkness
and the monsters from their nightmares made real by
the night
allows her to sneak and creep close, the others unaware
the shadows
holds more than them and their creatures, but they hear
the darkness
whispering in their ear, feel their minds touched by
the night
asking to be allowed in their soul, but they don’t know
the shadows
are her, searching for others who might join her in
the darkness
can’t hide her loneliness, her yearning for company in
the night
is needy, so be warned, weary traveler, as you traverse
the shadows
may whisper in your ear, your mind, your soul, speak to
the darkness
nestling in your heart, wrapping your mind with
the night
trying to seduce you, entice you, holding you in
the shadows
will invite you to join the huntress, the lady of
the darkness
within

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