She and I, we are not visitors to the dark. We were raised by it.

Pain is her pheromantic aura; inhale - I lose all focus, feel sanctified, consumed. She’s saint of the scarred, goddess of the unhealed, born under a cursed sun, standing on soaked graves, howling at the moon.

Sometimes she’s tiny, innocent - a trembling little girl in my arms, asking for shelter and meaning. Until she rises - a queen with no need for a king, wrathful goddess of night, dark divinity demanding endless devotion.

Black swans thrash in the tide, tearing each other open just to be near her. They rip their long, thick necks in violent lust, massive shape of her desire. She is the axis of their world - all blood spilled, attention undivided, for her alone.

She says, “I’m not doing anything.” Her eyes betray her. She loves the worship, standing calm in crimson tides, beneath infernal moons, uncovered by her bratty smile. She turns a snakepit into lover’s bed, quiet to primal moan, dances with wolves, wakes the night. She calls me guardian - then tugs the strings I never knew I had.

We are counterparts, children of absence, keepers of ache. We share the same eclipse, same gravity of despair, the comfort of collapse, the horror of self. Pain doesn’t frighten us; it reminds us of home. We forge it into passion.

I’m a dark knight loyal to her coven, willing to bleed. She wants me to lead, without forgetting when to kneel - without losing teeth. I Became her arrow and her prey. She cast the spell and I refuse to break it. For this fever made it impossible to breathe, outside our somber fairytale.

I’ll be her gentle, terrible beast, both audience and host to her rituals of ecstasy. Offering my throat to her black, sharp-tipped nails. Let the waters flood with blood and feathers. Let love remain a dangerous game for those who remember darkness and dare to embrace it raw.

Let them call us unholy, unwell, as we set the horizon ablaze. I’ve seen her darkness, its purple gaze, and only ever wanted more. She is the blackest of swans, cardinal sin I’d always absolve, whenever she breaks me apart.

Tears from the sky, in pools full of pain.

Baby, tonight, we’ll dance in the rain.