Man Of The Mist

Feelings of loneliness in this forest 
The first tear that I shed here 
Is what caused him to appear 
And I've been addicted ever since.

His face only reveals itself in the heart
of the mist shrouding us 
Dark outline that is towering 
And exuding emotion.

His dark purple eyes follow every wisp
Of my long hair in the wind 
As if he is catching it with his thoughts
I never know what is going on.

His hair goes from black to brown, 
And his clothes are never the same ones,
Even his eye color changes shade
as well as his mannerisms.

Disguise, after disguise,
He's a trickster who lives between
The day and the dusk, where the darkness 
is coming but hasn't arrived.

His hands grasp mine in velvet 
as we dance to the sound of thunder 
Each spark is another change in our tempo 
His steps dominate every breath I take.
Taking a piece of my soul away.

That is who he is, from zero to a hundred, 
Silence before rapid chaos 
Falling but never reaching the bottom 
A man from the mist, a dashing stranger,
Who I will dance with forever.