By Succubus

The clouds blew in
with force that night,
The trees were torn and bent;

Thunder shook the world so hard,
'Twas from the Devil sent.

The heavens threw down fire,
Cutting through the night;

Nuit's tears fell hard and fast;
The creatures ran in fright.

Yet in a clearing,
A lone girl stood,
A faerie to be sure:

No eyes beheld such beauty before;
Her face serene and pure.

She smiled softly to the sky,
Her eyes were full of love;

She raised her arms in warm embrace,
To hold the dark above.

The rain drove down upon her face,
The wind ripped at her hair;

A shadow flew down from the night,
And stole that maiden fair.