Allure

Where shadowed valley's crevace, brushed along with frosted forests.
The light hath never seen so dark a corner of the world caved in.

And drifting along the cracked and naked floor rests her hoodwinking but soothing allure, it follows her cold glare wherever she stands and many have said that it desires only death.

Perhaps my interest in things of the night or my insecure love to want all that I see, this allure is not good, this allure is of evil but this allure becons me, this is the allure that consumes the inner me.