This Goodnight

They whisper into the darkness This is ya'lls last flight one more night going there to fight.with an unuttered pain.we used to meet every night after the witching hour. Tick tock of the clock and church bells ringing throughout Jackson square.the full moon quietly kissing our pale skin as we are locked in deep stare,reading each others eyes by feel. Can I inflict a scar that sticks to your bones? Can I drink your far temptation of flowing life? Just for one more night. Side by side before you leave on a weary journey of a thousand years....i always worried about fears yet being fearless...losing you is the epitome of sadness.As you embark I settle into the sycamores' bark...awaiting more arrivals of the restless.Farwell my friend Victim ,Victor, Sick of Sin.until the next rivers bend.