Twilight
Creeping up, across the sky like a blush along the nape of an aging neck. Heart slow to beat, blood unwilling to surge through veins and arteries. When Sun and Moon dance together in morbid synchronization, a slow and timeless, bloody dance. As my quiet world grew darker, I gazed up at the sky, searching for some sign that I’m not so alone.
The stars twinkled, then became beings of their own. Fireflies, twirling around me, warm and oddly comforting. Crickets playing their violins and frogs singing their base. The fireflies’ attention was drawn away in an instant, almost in frightened movements, or the act of a dog over hyper to see its master. I turned my direction to their new entertainment, shocked by what I found.
He seemed to be created of the fireflies himself. His eyes glowed yellow with fire, his walk was seemingly light as butterfly wings. His smile had an iridescent glow; his hair tussled about like leaves in the wind.
He glided over to me and bowed, offering his hand. The soft smile and twinkle in his eyes never once left his face. I granted him my hand as he pulled me in close. I felt my face redden with our sudden closeness. Then he began to sway to a silent song.
Only when I realized it was the frogs’ beat and crickets’ violins he was swaying to did we dance. Our steps followed each other, twists and turns, twirls and strong hands. His eyes never ceased gazing into my own and a sweetly intimate feel crept about the darkened land. The fireflies joined in on our innocent dance, seeming to laugh and flicker in and out of existence.
His skin, only flawed once by a scar marking an X on this right eye. By this I knew he was dangerous, yet I was not afraid, more so comforted by this single flaw.
His hands held mine so gently, I wanted to grasp them tighter to make sure he was real and not simply fog. Though mist hung about our feet, dancing in perfect time, the air around us was clear. Only in the far off distance was the fallen cloud noticeable.
The stars twinkled, then became beings of their own. Fireflies, twirling around me, warm and oddly comforting. Crickets playing their violins and frogs singing their base. The fireflies’ attention was drawn away in an instant, almost in frightened movements, or the act of a dog over hyper to see its master. I turned my direction to their new entertainment, shocked by what I found.
He seemed to be created of the fireflies himself. His eyes glowed yellow with fire, his walk was seemingly light as butterfly wings. His smile had an iridescent glow; his hair tussled about like leaves in the wind.
He glided over to me and bowed, offering his hand. The soft smile and twinkle in his eyes never once left his face. I granted him my hand as he pulled me in close. I felt my face redden with our sudden closeness. Then he began to sway to a silent song.
Only when I realized it was the frogs’ beat and crickets’ violins he was swaying to did we dance. Our steps followed each other, twists and turns, twirls and strong hands. His eyes never ceased gazing into my own and a sweetly intimate feel crept about the darkened land. The fireflies joined in on our innocent dance, seeming to laugh and flicker in and out of existence.
His skin, only flawed once by a scar marking an X on this right eye. By this I knew he was dangerous, yet I was not afraid, more so comforted by this single flaw.
His hands held mine so gently, I wanted to grasp them tighter to make sure he was real and not simply fog. Though mist hung about our feet, dancing in perfect time, the air around us was clear. Only in the far off distance was the fallen cloud noticeable.