[ She awakened in the night ]
She awakened in the night
hearing the sweet sounds
of music drifting through the room

rising and grabbing a robe to cover her
naked body she walks slowly
through the hall and sees
a light

shaking her head she wonders if it's a dream
as the music becomes louder and
she begins to dance
her arms raising up in the air
as if in a trance

curling and swirling her robe opens enough
to show her thighs so thick
and soft
as the muscles begin to tighten
from bending in time to keep up with her feet
bare and on the hardwood floor that  feels like rubber

wandering and swaying to the beat
off in a distance she hears the
clap of hands against bare skin
as she looks up  a swirling
mist engulfs her with the wings of
a thousand butterflies

she moans softly,as the tide rushed through
her thrusting, arching toward it
helpless and loathe to fight it
it was the thing she feared most
it had come for her....
it was her destiny
and nothing would ever be the same.......

The Darkness
hanging onto the lightpole to keep from
falling into the wind
holding onto her hat to
keep from losing it in the air

when the moonlight shows through the dark clouds
she whimpers
clawing and scratching at the people to get away
from the maddening crowd

it's a dreary world out here
in the unknown and nowhere is a human in sight

she loses her strength  every minute that passes
and the darkness follows her
the billowy clouds getting ever so darker

then comes the roar
as she hangs ever so tightly to the pole
taking in the sounds of the high pitch that
brings even the strong to there knees

and the sounds gets louder until the bright light fills the sky and
out comes the demon

scattering and hissing and clearing the runway
while sparks fill the air
I see the eyes of the demon and squint to ward off the twinkle
of the feeling of helplessness and am brought to my
senses by the moon so bright and full

in my drunken stupor after the moon has passed it's
lunor phaze I am whole again
until the next year when the time becomes shorter
and the people more vunerable in this life.

There's something about the sky
when it hovers over me like a blanket
keeping me warm with it's hues

I'm glad it's there everyday keeping me in check
following me around like my shadow
I cannot do any wrong when it's there

I am not invisable during the day
but when night falls it's the darkness
that hovers and still the sky follows me.

She arrived just after midnight on a white stallion
without her spurs
As the wind blew up a gust of wind she hung onto her hat
walking through the street
a silent warrior her boots torn and scuffed from days of hardship
in the fields

she goes it alone now as the street begins to narrow when she
comes to a dead end without any lights

CopyrightBy Madeline C. Baxter 2009