original poem + digiart
Tag: night
After Dark
In my habitat / lair
Le Vampyre
Couldn't sleep, full moon. My alter ego came out.
Twilight
This love was his to cradle
Ten After Sunset
a narcissist never sleeps
Outcasts
The moon and I, clothed in our own light, outcasts from the sun. We share a similar delight, that is of course the night. Alone, yet one. © Delia Ross. 2019
