Always the wild child, conceived in flames, born of fire. Drawn to the forbidden, witch, warlock, burning stones. Her blood is made of moonlight; part dark, part light. Her heart, it's a sword; fiercely loyal and will fight to the death for those whom she loves. You can throw her in the fire, she always returns as a flame: the fervor is her anchor, her safe-haven... her blood.

Remove the mask. Let me love the darkness you hide underneath.

You don’t shine in the light, so why keep running from what makes you gloriously radiant? To deny darkness within you is to deny the magical sparkly intuitive rain-bow of light that lives and moves inside your essence. One does not exist without the other. Stop running from that part of your soul and start letting your star-light glitter!

Exploding into a million little pieces of stardust,you light up the darkness in my soul.

Shower the darkness with loveand watch light illuminate.

Her skin smelled like the twilight moon and her eyes looked primal, like a hungry animal. She was darkness – dangerous, beautiful darkness.

You are strange. A deep sea of mystery. Tangled mix of starlight and darkness. A beautiful mess, and I am devastatingly drawn to every curve of your mind, every dark scar on your body.You are the epitome of art - dynamic, strange and beautiful.

I want your scars, your darkness, your secrets. I want to see the interior of your soul.