MEPHISTOPHELES
Inconsequential presumed prestigious.
With never a need to grapple over rudimentary rhetoric.
As it is I Yes Inexcapably me.
That you cannot stir nor fathom that is pure in his existance.
Yet electrified by the night as the darkness surrounds you and evaporates all light and the moon releases its shadow and the air is like ice.
You feel me close.
Breathing The night forbidden.
Their Own path finding that beyond any phantasmagorical hint or chance that together justifiably so entwine in illusion creating enchanting miraculous passion that none can ever compare.
Now that you begin to feel how I think explore so deep inside.
Yourself and ask are thou not ready To become one as he.
With the expressive understanding without one measure of doubt that
You are indeed resourcefully clever enough to realize that the night exists not for one but many.
So I await you!