After a night of meaningful conversation and sweet affections with his favorite lady, Skyler was thoroughly drunk. As usual, the alcohol had been a retreat for him, a tool to numb his emotions, which were admittedly volatile due to Jewell?s news that she would be leaving. But she had kindly walked him home and made sure that no females lurking in the night tried to take advantage of him.
He went to bed immediately, slept for a few hours, then awoke, unrested and rumpled. Most of his drunkenness had warn off by the time he revived, but his head swirled with thoughts and emotions, fueled by all the intensity of a capricious, unstable eighteen year old boy?s mind. He dug around in his pocket and took out the crayons and paper he had discovered in her cubby. Then he slumped over his desk and lit a candle, his long black hair dangling disorderly around his face. The boy filled the paper with words to express the feelings he was experiencing about her pending absence. As he wrote, candlelight shadows flickered across his visage. He focused on the paper with bloodshot eyes, scribbling words and sentences with the crayons which would most likely seem incoherent and strange when they were read. His sentences were written in jagged, juvenile script. He didn?t care. Skyler knew that had no skill with words. He had been disappointed that she was leaving, more disappointed than he had let on, and so he?d felt the need to convey a few private sentiments. He had no feeling of attachment to the woman, he just wanted to inform her of a few facts.
When he was finished, the boy skulked toward Jewell?s home at about four o'clock a.m., a shifting shadow creeping across the Ravenlock lawn, an envelope in hand. The boy slipped the letter into her mailbox and melted into the night. The envelope read, simply, JEWELL RAVENLOCK. On the paper inside, where the poem was written, there was no signature. He knew she wouldn?t need one to ascertain its author.
There's no place you can go my presence cannot extend to.
Where ever life should take you, I?m but a footstep behind you.
Whomever you meet, where ever you go
Mine is the name you will always know.
Mine is the face you will see when you sigh,
teasing your desires with cruel blue eyes.
When strange sounds drift in the cold night air,
I am the one watching you there.
I am the boy with the long black hair.
Take my hand, come with me, if you dare..
Whether you're on the beach with sand in your toes,
Or high on a mountain where the pixie grows . .
Where ever you run through the whispering wind,
It is my breath like sweet danger on your skin.
Just reach out when you need me, I'm always nearby.
I am the moon shining down from the sky.
I am the one who knows when you're alone.
I always see you, because the stars are my throne.
It doesn?t matter where you go or what you do.
One thing will never change: how badly I want you.
He went to bed immediately, slept for a few hours, then awoke, unrested and rumpled. Most of his drunkenness had warn off by the time he revived, but his head swirled with thoughts and emotions, fueled by all the intensity of a capricious, unstable eighteen year old boy?s mind. He dug around in his pocket and took out the crayons and paper he had discovered in her cubby. Then he slumped over his desk and lit a candle, his long black hair dangling disorderly around his face. The boy filled the paper with words to express the feelings he was experiencing about her pending absence. As he wrote, candlelight shadows flickered across his visage. He focused on the paper with bloodshot eyes, scribbling words and sentences with the crayons which would most likely seem incoherent and strange when they were read. His sentences were written in jagged, juvenile script. He didn?t care. Skyler knew that had no skill with words. He had been disappointed that she was leaving, more disappointed than he had let on, and so he?d felt the need to convey a few private sentiments. He had no feeling of attachment to the woman, he just wanted to inform her of a few facts.
When he was finished, the boy skulked toward Jewell?s home at about four o'clock a.m., a shifting shadow creeping across the Ravenlock lawn, an envelope in hand. The boy slipped the letter into her mailbox and melted into the night. The envelope read, simply, JEWELL RAVENLOCK. On the paper inside, where the poem was written, there was no signature. He knew she wouldn?t need one to ascertain its author.
There's no place you can go my presence cannot extend to.
Where ever life should take you, I?m but a footstep behind you.
Whomever you meet, where ever you go
Mine is the name you will always know.
Mine is the face you will see when you sigh,
teasing your desires with cruel blue eyes.
When strange sounds drift in the cold night air,
I am the one watching you there.
I am the boy with the long black hair.
Take my hand, come with me, if you dare..
Whether you're on the beach with sand in your toes,
Or high on a mountain where the pixie grows . .
Where ever you run through the whispering wind,
It is my breath like sweet danger on your skin.
Just reach out when you need me, I'm always nearby.
I am the moon shining down from the sky.
I am the one who knows when you're alone.
I always see you, because the stars are my throne.
It doesn?t matter where you go or what you do.
One thing will never change: how badly I want you.