These quiet hours,
Are just for me.
Silent.
Haunting.
Can you hear me breathing,
Somewhere in the dark?
Closer.
Further.
My aura enveloping you,
Like a death shroud.
Hush now,
Little one.
Slumber forever,
In World Serpent’s coils.
Reflection is eternal –
Here in the pitch black.
Pitch Black.
