--Lazuli--

Because every book has a last page.

Dress

They told him not go out by the night,
But he did anyway.
The streets were bright with the happy faces,
Where were the monsters they told him to be afraid of?
And then she spotted her,
Her pale skin was shining like the full moon.
The red dress sparkled, a design so perfectly tailored, she fitted perfectly.
Her eyes were gloomy like the narrow passages as she danced with her shadow.
The night was a newborn child that thought it could be immortal,
But it died with the sunrise…