in the darkest forest tonight is a gathering of darklings . . . .

it's always black
of course
like a panther's fur that has never seen the sun

in this dark obscurity
is a lake

a lake that makes you think:
black metal

there must be company in this black

in this pure darkness there is the slight glimmer of their eyes

they are silent until they sing a breathy tune

Type O Negative - Black no. 1 in my mind

a faint smile crosses my lips as the tune teases me, threatening to get hardcore but then drifting into a beautiful melody with distorted guitars and harpsichord all in a gothic flow

there must be smoke

smoke in this darkness

in a forest

late at night

no disappointment of light

nothing to end this gathering

darkness with company

their breathy voices

laughing

passing around a tray with poisons of choice

I sigh and lean my head back

onto a tree that I can't even see in this beautiful darkness

the night that never ends

vampyric romance

in a black velvet eternity.