after dark she comes creeping
quite whisper to find me
to eager am I
to see all before me.

her passion eludes me
plans fogged with uncertainty
the mists of reality
swirl though the mind

shrouded in mystery
this woman before me.
distorting thoughts boundaries
clouded judgment befalls me

trapped within love
yet locked out by hate
all that is I
certainty came late.

drowned by my own fight
no rescue did offer
death cold and alone
solitude my fate.

yes she was the night,
that woman before me,
forever shrouded in darkness,
a willing victim I made.