Ring Around the Rosie (sampler)

Here is the first little bit to a short novel I have been working on.

I am darkness.  My spirit spreads through the deep night like ink from a dripping pen.  When I brush by invisibly on the crowded streets, an icy wind fills the air.  The sharp glaciers of the Arctic land represent my cold demeanor.  

I admit I am not the most pleasing house guest, so I never interact with the outside world.  It would surprise me to know that anyone even recognizes my existence.  Only once since leaving my birth home have I turned on the lights.  Darkness feeds my soul. 

Author's Note

Quick poll- if this were the beginning of a short novel (which it is!), would you keep reading? I'm a better poet than story writer, so let me know what you think!