I look soft like marshmallows And I'm wet like dew I'm up in the sky And looking at you I can look like anything that comes to your mind If you feel good Then you're on my nine

I'm the brink of darkness on the horizon, creeping slow to welcome night. A trio of films brought shame to strigoi lore, and wrecked the werewolf’s bite. I'm what arrives as the sun dips low, while stars blink on for nocturnal delight.

Delicate dancer of the dawn, descending with grace, carrying hopes of harmony, yet never a trace of war's sound.

I am from the darkness. You cannot run from me, I am a part of you forever. What Am I?

White hot pieces of rocks Shooting down from the unknown Perhaps a faint twinkle in the heavens Before it rains down Such beauty in the night sky