the haunting

She emerged from a pool of darknesssilver droplets of moonlight clung to her hair,diamond beads braided between every strand.The night caught her with cool fingertips,creating a parade of chills throughout her being.The glow of the moon mirrored in her eyes,her alabaster skin absorbed its light.No footprints betrayed her path,no conscience prohibited her intent.She might have been a breeze,an apparition hidden in the mist.She had no interest in camouflage, nor fear of an arrest.Liquid grey eyes peered past the nightthrough a gleaming pane of glass; her entrance impeded only by lack of invitation.She longed for the warmth within her memories;the flow of life her veins once bore, the physical sensation.Forced to suffer the reality that both were forever unattainable.He was allowed to sleep peacefully beneath her gaze a moment longer,she touched his dreams, softly igniting the flames of his own memories.Daylight suppressed her presence in his life, but the nights would forever belong to her.It was then that she held him, within the boundaries of his mind, Captor and Captive intertwined,forbidden to love, yet bound by an overwhelming desire.Reluctantly, she released him to his slumber, with just one glance and a silent parting.The night folded her into its arms with her return, the only confidante she could ever have.The moon would be her only witness, and passion her eternal curse,unable to free herself of a yearning so strong, it had followed her through death.At the edge of the dark pool she hesitated, procrastinating the inevitable.Torn between where she belonged and where she longed to be,yet obligated to surrender to her confinement.Enslaved to the prison of her new existence, forever caught somewhere between heaven and hell.