myinkstainedheart:

You will know her like you’ve known the night
that she comes in passing with swift, quiet strides
that she masquerades with many faces in the skies
that her secrets lay in the black pools of her eyes.

You will know her, but no more than you know the night,
her beauty and demons lurking in the absence of light.
You will know her but to know her will not suffice
‘til you see your reflection on the black pools of her eyes.