Her eyes seem darker than night,
Yet it was the night.
Midnight blue hovering at jet black.
Her fluidity was that of water,
Feelings were to drown,
As were her enemies.
She steps into the water,
Naked as the day one is born.
One because she was as such,
Someone never born,
Motherless and guided by a soul
Of one who used to protect long ago.
Her limbs, her body gleams
Like an ethereal white,
Her mind had succumbed
To its guardian voice.
Water was her element
But now it seeked to kill.
The voice, twisted by unfortunate fate,
Lead her further and further in.
The cold of the lake embraces her.
The shiver runs up her spine.
She was being watched, she knew.
By her lover, forbidden by time.
His amber gold eyes shone,
Her foolishness astounds him.
Mistress of water she may be,
But there is no revival from drowning.
He leaps from his shadows
And wades out to her.
Embraces the bare body,
Tries to guide it back to shore.
The cold of the water freezes him,
Yet he ignores its wrath.
He could hear her guardian screaming,
But it was for her his heart was beating.
Come back, come back to me,
His voice provocative, the water
Rising up around his waist and tearing
The clothes on him ripping, falling.
They stand face to back embracing.
Slowly, she turns, her body glowing white,
Like the crescent moon in the starless night sky.
The beauty astounds now,
Her name escapes his lips.
Crescent Dark, he murmurs,
Our love has just
Begun.
