The night still drags on..The moon silently curses her for killing him..for burning him out with her venomous beauty.. slowly.. For years he yearned to love her.. the night.. Yet every light of love that shone…only darkened her deepest fears more… she wept bitterly as the rains hid her tears… and she hid behind the sun… only to return.. Men feared the night’s darkness..and she loathed her very existence.. Her beauty ..unfolding in the hours where stories of ghouls and demons were born…. enthralled none but one – the moon.. He tried to hug her in his luminescence..but alas…. he fails terribly every night… his own existence fading each night he tries…her darkness only engulfing him to kill with a deadly sweetness … a sweetness that he fears yet yearns ever so deeply.. The night he dissappeares…she weeps for him..curses herself.. But every time he is reborn ..out of the sacrifice in his love for her…like the pheonix from the ashes… The moon still lives…burns..and dies out… and still lives..for his mistress, the night.