Softly whispering to me,

the moon calls.

She sends light into the darkness,

confounding with the solitude:

Driving away and yet creating deeper shadows.


Wide-eyed,  she lusts for fear,

the child of night.


Across the meadow,

My eyes catch glimpses of her ebony Get

moving secretly,  watching.


The gentle swaying of wooden fingers

sends twitching shadows

across the moist grass,

stained black by the fallen silver.


The silence,  screaming loud

gives voice to her murmuring.

Leaden limbs drag me westwards,

Towards her coldly grinning face.

Undeniable features which are not

Stare blindly into my flickering soul;

I am here only by her bidding.


Drums inside me shriek

and still I move onwards,

Toward the sound of my fear and longing

A lazy wind plays around me

Sweeping through this cooling form.


Time long must have passed,

Fleetly sped.

I ache to return to my distant home

Yet evil beauty fills my heart.


Here I stand.

Drowning in the icy waters of my heart’s desires,

The cold grasp of wishes fulfilled

Clasping my soul…..


About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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