Stranger, Beware the night

Stranger, Beware the night:
It stalks the curves of her hips
Persistant, unending.
A lover. A killer.
Her shapes rise and fall;
Circadia balances her love
With her hatred.
Her heart is a knife,
Her soul is ice.
Beware the night:
Where careless kisses drift
Down, Down, deeper.
Petals of ash, the blossoms
Of a caress you give with
Fleeting regard for safety.
She will consume you and
You will surrender to her,
Hopelessly.