AT SUNSET

Darkest of nights...

An angel fell in love with the devil.

An unholy union...a recipe for disaster

Diced with the love of a woman

Came fury... an incense from the depths of Hades.

Passionate desire...conjuring the birth of a queen

If the sun sets, we know the time has come.

If the flames burn, we sense the new dawn of time...

The end of all.. the beginning of a new...

The roaming of lost souls..

to welcome the new one Birthed of unholy matrimony...

blood-bathed in light, encamped in darkness

A dangerous loophole born out of love and desire ...

Make way for the queen, the unholy sun that sets.

The dusk arises from the depths,

welcoming the creature who precedes beauty and power.

For her silent steps, she ignites the depths of a new dawn.

The gentle breeze swayed the trees in rhythmic movements, flooding the forest with a cool atmosphere. The half moon shone brightly, reflecting its peaceful glow and lighting up the dark paths to the forest as the striking image of a woman enchanted the cold air. The night of day acknowledged a beauty at such an ungodly hour. Astrid stared through her window, her dark, flowing hair resting on her tender back. Her bright eyes sparkled like a reflection of the moon.

Her fragile skin as smooth as pure cotton. She had a bright smile on her face as she closed her eyes, anticipating the cold breeze that flung her hair gently backwards. A woman of grace, as tenderness precedes her steps. She loved the night and the peaceful silence the forest brought her. Astrid left her home, walking into the woods as its gentle waves brought her comfort.

A while into the forest, she could hear faint traces of footsteps behind her cold shoulders. Little echoes surrounded the quiet forest as she squinted her eyes to have a better vision of whom she sensed. Her heart raced in minutes as the sounds got closer, almost taking her off guard. She turned in a swift direction, almost dropping the brightly lit lamp, only to find nothing. She had known the forest for its silence but this moment proved otherwise as quiet whispers continued to echo around the trees. The night was too dim except for the moon's generous reflection and the little lamp hanging in her hand. The coolness of the weather brushed heavily on her skin, giving her chills as she wondered around in search of the footsteps she heard. After a brief moment of searching, she sighed. It was useless trying to uncover something in the dark, she thought.