Survivor

Rusted catacombs move my skin,.
Crawling like fleas on a rabid dog,.
Cobwebs stretch from wall to wall,.
Booby traps and nothingness all intertwined,.

A perfect place to preserve her darkness,.
Her evil is her gravity that draws me in,.
I seek the magic that holds her eyes in place,.
When she looks at the sun dial that shows nothing,.

Her beauty is her darkness,.
She is a survivor of the sins of others,.
She is the strength that holds the fabric of night together,....,,.