Stranded in the wilderness between two towns,
the unfortunate victim of circumstances, the unpredictable,
you wander through the fainting twilight of dusk.
Glimpses of light and shimmer, eyes that lurk in the underwood,
they will not approach you, nor will they let you out of sight.
A poorly paved path in the dark, it promised to lead you home,
yet you find yourself on the edge of a glade,
surrounded by the unreal sounds of the night,
encircled by the fading light of fireflies.
"Didyou ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
You do not startle, for the voice is deep, yet soft.
You wonder though where it radiates from, as there's
nothing but shadows, nothing but shades,
nothing but strange etherial shapes.
"Take my hand and dance with me,
just for a short eternity.
A piece of yourself, that is the toll,
just one shard of your shining soul.
For that i promise you the night,
her grace, her secrets and her might."
Enticing words from the darkness whisper,
an offer that you can't decline.
Too alluring is its sound, far too tempting its proposal.
Free from fear you reach into the void,
and the void reaches for your hand.
"The moon is my patron, my master and slave,
i follow her guidance, the path that she paves,
for my obedience i'm granted command
over the night sky above this land."
As the darkness before you thickens and manifests into a shape
reminiscent of humans, yet inhuman it seems,
the night sky cracks open, the clouds split apart
and the full moon presents itself in all its glory.
Before a background of blackness and stars
the moonlight shines bright and reveals
trees and grass, birds and bats, the wolves and the rabbits,
and all the chimeras of fairytales long forgotten.
You try and take a look at the voice, at their amorphuous body,
not woman, not man, not spirit, not beast, a creature unrecognizable,
except for their eyes that gloom in the dark.
"Come here, my child, and dance with me."
One gravitational pull and you lie in their arms,
hand in hand, cold and warm, a moment that lasts forever until it ends.
And you dance.
Step after step,
the arms widely spread,
you rotate, you fall,
you give it your all.
The night flows through you,
its secreats revealed,
an alien sensation,
an unreal feel.
The music stops, you're out of breath, you huff and you puff while your body shakes.
You look up and stare at the dark emissary of the moon and you wonder.
"I've never seen eyes like yours", you say, and the shadow replies: "That's because i've not yet shown them to anyone."
The eternal night retreats for the arrival of the next morning. You're not in the woods, you're already at home. The sunlight reveals that you are alone, the songs of the birds are nothing like the music of the night. Where have i been, you ask yourself. Has this been a dream?
Did i dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
How could i ever forget such a beautiful sight.
- End -
