An unusual guest

I was awake late,

sitting in my balcony,

I was listening to the clangor of the silent night,

it was not until midnight,

when I got to host an unusual guest.

I was both happy and surprised,

the one I was greeting

was not an ordinary individual,

the moon, the stars, the chirping sound you hear at night,

all are his great admirers,

they call him their king.

He is an introvert but a strong monarch,

at times he can be deep and stark,

And worth mentioning - his greatest fear is the 'light'

yes! the 'darkness' came to see me last night.

I asked him to make himself comfortable,

he grabbed me and started crying,

that was really a tight hug

I felt like dying.

I somehow caught my breath

when he loosened his hands

which were circled around my neck

like a wreath. 

He was now standing beside the railing of the balcony,

with both of his hands,

clung with the railing.

I stood beside him in the same manner

I said nothing

neither did he

the silence was loud

I couldn't bear it longer

"how come you found me"- I asked

"shouldn't I ask the same to you"-he replied.

We finally figured it out,

we shared the same sort of life

he is the night king

and I remain alive at night.

The loneliness I had,

had given birth to a dark light,

buried in me,

somewhere deep inside.

He was happy, having a new friend,

we shared the same routine and the same trend.

The night king had come to life

or I had stopped being a human

one of the above must be true,

which one? I didn't have a clue.

Should I be going back to those of my own kind,

or should I enjoy this friendship with one of my own kind,

the later one seems more beautiful,

so what?

dreams are 'beautiful' too, but we can't stay with them for the whole day and night.

"beauty can't promise you life."