tagNon-EroticChild of Darkness  Child of Darkness   Darkness
fell quickly, and She was alone. The once bright sky faded to a
deep, subdued purple that was still so vivid it seemed almost
tangible. She resisted the urge to reach up and touch it,
knowing the task's impossibility. Some things seem so close yet
remain so far away, She thought.  Dead leaves rustled as She
walked through the forest, murmuring consolation, nameless faces
clucking their pity in sympathetic tones. As if at a wake.
Perhaps Her family's, perhaps Her own. It was irrelevant. She
was a Child of Darkness now. The moon was Her guide, Her friend,
Her solace. In that alone She placed Her trust.  She walked
alone, yet in silent subconscious communion with the hordes of
Others: Orphaned by chance or fantasy, walking ever forward in
unified footsteps, in total isolation. If She had met Another,
She wouldn't have noticed or cared. But She never would meet
Another: They are always alone.  She came then to a lake, small
and pure, its mirrored surfac