In the hush of my mind’s mist,
I dwell among shadows that dance,
beneath the silent, watching moon.
Creatures of the night, they whisper,
gleaming in the creases of the dark.

I breathe in the cool air—thick with secrets,
and taste the sweet intoxication of the unseen.
Every rustle, a call to wild abandon,
every howl, a hymn to the unrestrained.

Yet within this symphony of whispers,
there stirs one—gorgeous creature of my night,
captivating beyond the veil of darkness,
in her gaze, a tempest, a silent promise of delight.

Her presence, a constant echo in my mind,
a haunting melody, relentless, undenied.
With every fleeting shadow, I see her silhouette,
a vision that stirs the calm I struggle to protect.

Yet I, a keeper of calm,
bind myself to the mast of self-control,
sailing through this sea of shadows
with the compass of my will.

Here, in the heart of chaos,
where desire and darkness blend,
I find my strength, my sovereign core—boldly optimistic —
a light that never yields to the encroaching storm.

Self-control, my silent guardian,
holding back the tide,
allowing me to walk with beasts,
and gaze upon her beauty, yet never be consumed.

I wait for her, when she, one day, appears through the mist.