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Thy dark eyes beckon me into the darkest nether world of dark galaxies and darker supernovas. Forever in darkness, I know no light! Thy darkness my dark-light!
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer made my mate.
Never darken my Dior again!
All through the long dusk
We've chased the dawn, Anastasia, now the dusk.
Like silver moons the pale narcissi lay
The misty morning crawleth grey from dusk to the reluctant day.
Dark vaild Cotytto, t' whom the secret flame
Of mid-night Torches burns; mysterious Dame
That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woom
Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom,
And makes one blot of all the ayr
There is strong shadow where there is much light.
Starry Starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.
No light no dark no you no me
know light know dark know you know me
Darkness brutal, darkness fair at
The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods or the new moon settling onto his heart like a cloud of moths.
My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes, But soft ... behold! A sunlight beam Butting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, Inspired by your beauty ... Effulgent.
I am sunlight slicing the dark.
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks --
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
What darkness to you is light to me
I like to get dark sometimes and then come back out into the light.
You'll come up with me?"
"I need it here", I said. "The dark. The quiet." A pause.
"The sinlight drove near mad."
"I'd be your dark.
O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray!
Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.
...bleached by darkness
Even in warmest
glow
how cold my shadow
Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.
Even she hair itself rough and wiry; long black knotty locks springing from she scalp and corkscrewing all the way down she back ...
The only thing soft about Tan-Tan is she big molasses-brown eyes that could look on you, and your heart would beat time ...
The young man who appeared at the mouth of the alley was pale in
the lamplight - paler even than he usually was, which was quite pale indeed.
Nature forgot to shade him off, I think ... A little too boisterous
like the sea. A little too
vehement
like a bull who has made up his mind to consider every
colour scarlet. But I grant a sledge-hammering sort of merit in him!
They are twilight creatures, beings of dawn and dusk, of standing between one thing and another, of not quite and almost, of borderlands and shadows.
fantastic shadows of birds
vague as a soft copper pulse of moonlight through blossoming sea coast fog.
A shadow charmer enjoys brotherhood with the creatures of the night. His emotions cannot be manipulated. Nothing escapes his gaze. He hears and comprehends the secret languages of darkness.
You asked for dark. I'm going to give it to you ... You are the violence inside of me, Aubree. My most exquisite destruction.
His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight.
This world is a little dark, and I am LIGHTS.
Heavens, how charming it is! There is now in the sky only the soft vaporous color of pale citron - the last reflection of the sun which plunges into the dark blue of the night, going from green tones to a pale turquoise of an unheard-of fineness and a fluid delicacy quite indescribable ...
Twilight deepened. The cloudless sky turned a deep purple, the color of an old bruise, then faded to black.
Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
There is a sun, a light that for want of another word I can only call yellow, pale sulphur yellow, pale golden citron. How lovely yellow is!
Twilight hour. Indian blue, water of glass, trees glistening and liquescent.
Shine: clear dew aching with light.
Rainbows, very macho -Leo
Hazel, Hazel, blue of eye. Kissed the boys and made them cry,
I see a dark light.
I'm a shadow, and no one remembers shadows. Midnight
But soft,what light yonder window breaks...
The color has faded out of the sky. It is grey, becoming darker as the world turns herself round a little more. The clouds are long and black and ragged, like the wings of stormbattered dragons.
Hey, baby. You got a light? I've got some dark.
His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight.
A silent dark ... as black as a moonless lake, as a ravine's wings, darkness there and nothing more, merely this and nothing more ...
PICKANINNY, n. The young of the "Procyanthropos", or "Americanus dominans". It is small, black and charged with political fatalities.
Dark be not dark but some other desire
Frumious. Anything that inspires its own adjective is a force to be feared.
Who turns away from gazing at the sun Sees its dusk images fill all the air. It is not otherwise when Hope is done: Her darkling phantoms make the heaven of Despair.
Modesty and dew love the shade.
There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.
The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;
Far off a precise whistle is escheat
To the dark; and then the towering weak and pale ...
With a starry brush, paint the dusk Venetian blue
His suave loins of darkness, dark-clad and suave
I am not a dark person and I don't consider myself dark.
But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I'm subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.
The same darkness, with new shadows in it.
WE KNOW YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY DARKNESS ...
IN THE TERROR FOREST!
WE HOPE FOR MOONLIGHT!
Darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute
There is no dark, darker than the distorted great light.
After the shadows comes light.
His hair was dark and his eyes were dark and he wore black leather gloves of the thinnest lambskin.
Light black. From pole to pole.
hay gold dusk of late spring,
Devilish in my innocence.
It is the end of a fine bronze-tinted afternoon with purple shadows and febrile scraps of cloud.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
Sometimes all darkness needs is a little of the right kinda light; I am your light Mischeif.
PHOENIX ROCKSTAR - JAN 2013.
She is a smile in the dark
What are you going to do with all that dark?
Find a way to glow in it.
I'm the Sun Summoner. It gets dark when I say it does.
-a superb moon, round as a pumpkin and golden as honey, filling the rooftop world with light, and deep, mysterious shadow.
red-hot fireflies
Pale northern complexion that turned to burn at the drop of a sunbeam.
The dusk here does not arrive on the shoulders of golden sunsets any more, but on the heels of long, encroaching shadows of untraceable trees in the distance, gloomy parallel patterns that cascade over the undulating landscape of unevenly dispersed corpses and other things.
The green has widened for an Arcadian delight, and over the sky, the sun had departed. But the moonlit beams unshackled the sulky spells of life. Moon adorned with eloquent jewelry of purple as a semblance to her inward gloom and outward passion.
There are many shadows in the night.
Don't be afraid of the dark. Shine!
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
A light white, a disgras, an ink spot, a rosy charm.
the skin was yellow, the eyes slightly slanted;
Dreading dusk, fearing night, praying for dawn.
After a night of drinking, she would be a pale, starling-sized creature, but now, in this place, she is moonlight in heels.
She was so pale she could have been moonlight.
The Color Of Extraordinary.
as pale and sad as "lite" beer,
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
You sparkle even in the dark.
Nightfall, when the moon is born... ...Hides a shadow that lurks in the dark. it seeks the bloody of a damsel. The creature know as vampire.
Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.
Naomi looks at me, her orange-brown eyes rimmed in dark shadow flecked with silver sparkles. All of that darkness around the pop of color in her irises makes them seem huge, like two sunsets floating in a night sky. I smirk again. There I go getting all poetic; good for me.
I am too dark in my heart tonight.
with a seeping glitter of dark blood,
that darkling brightness which falls from the stars.
There's something about a humid, dusky evening that's kind of sexy.
Dark, light, dark, light, dark-I swung and missed.