Welcome to the poetic home of Drake and Arielle. In the posts that follow, you will journey with this dark pair into the black night--the Night Eternal. We will travel by season through both passion and heartache. We will see if love is meant to last an eternity?
Summer
Lavender floats
on humid air,
the only thing moving
on a still summer eve.
Or is it?
Dark shapes slither
in the shadows,
claiming the night’s blackness
as their own.
Keen eyes watch
and wait
under the stars
for the perfect full moon moment,
when the right prey happens by,
and all hungers are fed.
The sun will conquer the night’s secrets
tomorrow,
but for now,
there is only
tonight.
Check back for Drake's first poem...
Summer
Lavender floats
on humid air,
the only thing moving
on a still summer eve.
Or is it?
Dark shapes slither
in the shadows,
claiming the night’s blackness
as their own.
Keen eyes watch
and wait
under the stars
for the perfect full moon moment,
when the right prey happens by,
and all hungers are fed.
The sun will conquer the night’s secrets
tomorrow,
but for now,
there is only
tonight.
Check back for Drake's first poem...