Setting aside all of her memories,

She drew him as she saw him in her mind.

A dark walker against the prison of night.

All sense of hope left so far behind.

A soft spray of hair that touches her neck

Wisped away by a breeze that reveals more.

Eyes bronzed by a soul that has outlived its time,

Light skinned, dark hair, and a fire in his core.

A master of his domain, she draws him.

Through each muscle and tendon; flesh and bone,

His essence has become more tangible.

A life from mind to paper has been sown.

The cool night air touches her racing heart;

The breath that takes him from block to her own.

Backing away, she senses his desire.

No daytime realities set the tone.

A gentle kiss and he bids her farewell,

Off to save those less fortunate than he.

A dark walker against the prison of night.

As the life she once knew begins to flee.

Behind her, memories of days gone by.

Flesh that fades into ink shadows her mind

As the wind blows against her existence

And her own creation becomes her kind.