As the day slips unto forgotten, the darkness overtakes the peace. Serenity slowly becomes agony, and love fades with the light. The angels among us return to their homes and the ravens sharpen their claws. Tightly wrapped sheets tangle and confuse the soul. Reluctantly the eyes grow weary, and the battlefield emerges. Each night she returns to tease and taunt. Reminding the heart that the arms hug a vapor. Prancing to and fro, pacing across the heart with thunderous steps, she reminds of us the absence of presence. Without care or remorse the demons pull and pluck the fading memories, leaving an empty soul. That's my wife! Silent screams beg the night, and yearn for mornings light.