Every night a beast awaits his turn.
To be engulfed into the darkness that the nights brings in with her. It’s a story unheard off. A silence so musical like that of the rhythmic breath.
He’s not someone can know or knows off. A beast, a creature who partners the night. Never to be seen in the daylight. There’s a certain mysteriousness that is felt with him.
It’s a conversation that the night romances with the beast. Cruelty he shows, but the night even more ruthless can be, shall leave him alone at dawn.
He’s a child the night can father, a lover the night could hate, a beast in all true sense; he’s just a night the night forgave.