In the Beginning...

I like this place, both silent and dark

Peering around empty corners

I fill my spaces opening my mind

Smelling the black, my nights

Reeling at the imagery contained therein

It is mine

I play fair so I always win my battles

This warmth it reaches for me

Such a delicate finger, flickering over washed out greys

Fragile black cast between soft and thin…

Night is that you?