Travelling over the years, without light made her realise there was a darkness inside her that spoke to the darkness she found. A dark so calm and loud, she ventured on a path that led her to the land of night.

This dark, it soothed and urged her mind at times. The ink in her heart slowly bleeding its way down to those bare arms, adorning them. She formed a bond with that darkness, for there was a warmth it gave, the light didn't.

This land showered her with misty Twilights, rayless Sunrises, nebulous Sunsets that mirrored her very self of being.

A raging storm of intrusive thoughts she navigates to witness a starry rainbow in the dead of the night. At home and peace she felt there in that obsidian land, the Kingdom of Darkness.

" The Lady of the Dark is homeward bound." The gray hairs of the land whisper with awe in those opaque eyes.

In the dark, she sways to the tune of 'Assembly of Stars.

The Lord of the Night her sole audience.

© Duba