Call from the night

[coolfunboy]

The mood and atmosphere of this poem sort of remind me of the graveyard poets (Thomas Gray, Edward Young)-- very sedate, dark, and brooding.
I also really like your use of repetition.

Call from the Night
The darkness beckons
silently in the silky night air.
Enveloping her body in a cloak,
hugging her as an old friend. [From the start, I feel immersed. These first few lines are very effective.]
He whispers words into her ear:
escape, bliss, wonder.
And she thinks about going with him.

She wonders what it would feel like
to see the shadows trace
the veins on her arms.
To feel frigid adrenaline [I agree with some of the other posters about this line-- although it sounds pretty, it doesn't make a lot of sense to me, nor does it fit with the mood I think you've established.]
pump through her blood:
Dark, cold, comforting.
And she thinks about going with him.

He tells her of his years;
How he hides in the night.
And she thinks it seems nice
To be submerged in the calm.
Loneliness chimes in:
Peace, tranquility, freedom.
And she thinks about going with him.

But dawn breaks and darkness cries.
She fears of losing her companion
But something tells her to stay.
She hears a soft murmur in her ear:
I love you. I have trouble with this line. I feel like you shouldn't conclude such a strong poem with such a weak line.

Darkness runs away.