Evening

 

 

Darkness Deepness

Made of sleepness

My voice into your soul it creeps

Newfound desires

Dungeons and spires

The masquerade begins

 

Falling from a great height

To land on deep autumn leaves

Enclosed like a cocoon

Mystic forests and fae moon

A dream forgotten

But growing roots

Deep within you mind

Spreading ever further each night

Compelling you to respond

To obey

To blindly follow through the velvet vespertine evening

that was wonderful

I love the phrase "velvet vespertine evening".

It's always nice to get good feedback.

Wonderful forest, a place to really get in touch with one's self.

I really enjoy the imagery and tone of this, Lady Shalimar.
I love the hint of longing: it kindles the longing in the reader too.