You were my perfect dark

[Sheila Widdershins]

You were my perfect dark

Standing in the shade of illumination
the stringent sift of moonlight shining
glossy haze of mist over the potent potion
facing a mirror just beyond the light
staring into illuminated eyes of the darker side…
stepping inside the frame, an image…
the shapes mutated, twisting—transformed
into a face familiar and perfectly opposite
in every possible way… my dark
facing my light…
a hand raised in greeting, an identical reverse complies
and joined with terror and curiosity… it steps aside…
and outside the frame into the brush…
emerging in magnificent dark splendor
I watch in reverent terror…
so it steps nearer… and becomes splashed
with silvery substance, enhancing shining ebony…
the eyes caught the gleam and formed misty orbs
that stare back at me, completely absorbed…
my perfect dark… me—it’s perfect light…
shining in a goddess-like beauty, a creature of the night
the leader of the weak and small into save covens
without questioning or having to know them…
the white gown, catches his eyes…
and he joins my hand and his with a smile…
blindingly bright and sinister…
the lord of darkness and shadowed luster…
my perfect mirror, my perfect dark side…
without question whom I sought all this time…

October 1, 2006