the unseen

I am a dangerous añimal.

At my touch, you will become the darkness of the unknown. 

At the end of the wavering branch of existence...before you're even given a name, you bloom and then wither.

At the complete darkness that my eyes swallow,

Memories brighten the light on one saucer, and I cry in true sorrow. 

My cries become a whirlwind, sweeping the night that shake the tower.

Once they sip into the stones, they will turn into gold .