This one's for Elise

She is the night.
Her eyes strike like daggers,
Unentertained stare poisons anything it gazes upon,
Voice concurs trembles as it wafts through the air,
And stomachs drop when she enters a room.

Fear. That's the feeling people get around her.
Just like a child wandering into the darkness.
The uncertainty of what could lurk,
Reluctantly being ushered
Into a blanket of torment by your worst nightmare.
There’s no mistake-
She is fear itself.

But still so-

Eyes sharp enough to catch the glimmers of emotion,
Stares kind and pure like love itself,
Voice warm enough to melt the winter,
And overconfidence as her only flaw

Excitement-
Something only the insane think the night is.

Mysterious darkness softened by bright moonlight,
Gentle shining stars pinpointing incredible stories.
The twelve gather to enjoy the lingering beauty.
The soft crackle builds on lively laughter
As people take turns grinning in the campfire light