Prince of Midnight

He matched the midnight sky On a night with no moon. He took my breath away. The chills came too soon. When I looked into his eyes A hint of fire glowed, As out from behind him Flew jet black crows. His midnight hair and lifeless eyes Glistened in the evening sun, Strolling as though he had left a battle And smiling as if he had won. The Prince of Midnight froze me In light of his diabolical charms, Held me close and kissed me welcome Wrapping me in his maniacal arms.