Creeped Night

The night creeped in, and she grew
closer under the moon,
unveiling her devilish presence,
her arms and legs were sloppy just like a butter over a hot pan,
because she was wet.
The temporal moon with its light scattered in transience all over the area,
the perpetual winds
flowing from west to east,
the cold breeze kissing their cheeks.
It was cold, moments of despair
clutched his mind, he was wearing down with the guilt of leaving her all alone at the time...
when she needed him the most.