A day ends as it began

Dark, cold....filled to the brim with the unknown

Like wisdom, she calls out

she knows my name

searching for something worth devouring.

Her gaze cannot be met

calmly she speaks sweetly

to the foolish so neatly until discreetly

her appetite is wet

A bright sun drowns out her cries

But she will return

She always comes back

in vain we prepare for her attack

Though her gaze sends trembling down my spine

her presence brings rest for my eyes

awakening my mind to fears

only dreamed about.

Hello Nyx

I can't play tonight

for I pray tonight

soon it will be bright

and for a short period of time

you return to Styx

at least for now....