She hides in the dark places
where people will not see,
for she is of the night, a lover
of the darkness but she wishes
to be free.

Wanting to feel it, to touch
what she can see, to glaze
her skin. But to those of the
night the light is not there
companion, it is their demon
that burns them in the light.

Skin a flame when the sun
caresses there naked flesh,
but the craving to be one
with the life giver is to much,
as to those of the darkness it
is the highest of sins.

She wants to feel the warmth,
to feel the caress of heat as it
touches her skin, to feel mortal
not of darkness where no heart
beats within.

Walking in to the light to feel
the heat burn within, the ecstasy
of the sun as it burns the flesh,
but at the last moment a heart
beat felt within. Joy for a moment
as life is felt then to ash she falls,
her darkness burnt away from within.