Oh Dark Creature
There he was gracefully swaying with the rhythm of the wind. His clothes billowing draped over his pale pigmentation. A mystery. Silent, deadly, frighteningly familiar. His face a soft expression of accomplishment. Wonder. Wonder what he's thinking about?
He was moving now, one leg in front of the other. Slowly, teasingly moving towards our heroine from across a green escape. Long, thin stalks trembled under the constant pounding beneath rubber steps.
She waited for him. Counting the seconds that passed between their ligaments intertwining. A quick embrace and then the day would begin. She wouldn't have to think about him anymore. He was there. Bringing each thought to life, and yet a question still went unanswered. What was he thinking? Her mind would forever be with him, but where was his? Certainly not with her.
He never seemed to realize her warm gestures or that she even existed for that matter. The man only saw the woman as a possession. If there was disagreement, he grew angry. If there was talk of abandonment elsewhere, he would know and deal with it as he so fit. She was compelled to stay by his side, and unwittingly gave him the opportunity to destroy her life.
If only they had never met. Why? Why did she go for him? As mysterious she knew he portrayed himself to be, she fell.
The idea of not truly understanding his ways became appealing, attractive. Life-threatening. So, in order to appease him, she stayed. Not because she adored a challenge, but because she chose this path. The idea of it being her fault drilled constantly inside, became all too true. Too real to turn away from.
She would pull through, but the reality of being unable to change ones opinions was far from her grasp. Perhaps persuasion would work? No.
He was the master of manipulation. The only one who could break spirited women and crush the very life from feeling. Mental instability. Destiny, on the verge. Mixed thoughts and emotions. The dream of being human again, gone. Floated away on the wings of a sinister bird. Oh dark creature. It has come for her at last.