I had a dream last night
it was as vivid as you.
I was as I am
and my senses as they are.
I remember the dream
from top to toe
With every sensation
in limpid detail.
In the planet outside,
I rested my sole
on the ice-tiped blades.
I felt splendor through my spine as Its bones bent and curled alone.  
Abaft the noting of
a harshly kind earth,
I danced
to the sharp song of its night.
Spreading my arms
and lifting my chin,
I closed my eyes
to soak it all in.
The chills surrounding me,
raw and rimy, were
lustrous and simply plain. Through the journey of
sensual assault,
I heard shivering leaves
in the stinging gloom,
And creaking trees
with their torrid barks.
I saw the moon's humble grin,
as she invited me into obscurity.
She'd intrigued another empty soul.
At the sight of her gentle beam, I knew the moon would allow my admiration;
I knew she would embrace
the orchid in my eye.
And so the moon did.
I felt her breeze as it kissed my skin.
I felt the beat of my speeding heart, I was humbled by
thrill revealing itself in goose bumps.
Amidst the winter scent,
Were flowers waiting to blossom,
as if the ungrown buds
were longing for spring.
The glow of the stars,
hidden behind barren night sky,
was mesmerizing;
like consented hypnosis
by natural illusion.
I was drawn in to the eventide, I was lured into the outside.
Silvery captivation by the whispers of shadowy darkness.
A place I had never seen,
a world I had never known,
A place kept secret by the moon's sweetly glittered glow.
It felt like the road, like a journey of revelation,
And it reminded me of the consciousness you so chivalrously showed.
It restored your innocent touch,  it made me feel alive.
The taste of mid-eve,
so severe and true.
I had a dream last night,
and it was about you.

Selfishly taking the last sheltered bits of youth out of women who work the street corners, rejected at midnight.

Merciless murderer of innocent beauty and bliss, the monster under pillows that steals dreams and makes them dark.

You've consumed their spirits, you've made them unclean.

Swiftly running through each child and woman's temple, guiltless and oblivious, like the wind that tears through a silent starry night.

You, the reckless wind, flirt with raven hair and toss skirts and flatter smiles. A courting routine performed before the ritual of electrifying your victims from within.

The sensation is glorious for the moment that is brief but will surely overpower the purity that sings their many relic souls to sleep.

Like a Summer Fruit picked from a dying Winter Tree, you've taken virtues hostage, you've made them mean.

To those that still breathe in the pureness of air, take shelter, young ones, run. Elude the oppressor, with *** lingering in his essence.

Intriguing.
Shadowed ways and a mysterious gaze.
Beautiful.
A gangly walk and legs like stalks
Unique.
Dressed in colours of the forest, real and honest.
Unexplored.
Sharp and jagged teeth, dwelling from beneath.
Ear-marked.
With your methods that are strange, you were chosen to bring change.
Free.
An untouched diamond mine within, you cannot be broken by common people or kin.
Alone.
In your singular form, always engaged in conversations with you.
Feared.
A mermaid on land, rejected by those who cannot understand.
Fascinating.
The topic on most tongues, they wonder if its air that lingers in your lungs.

With you I wish to play this game,
Interesting Little Creature, what's your name?

Yours ways and traits remind us of me, Interesting Little Creature, you and I will forever be free.