The Heavens Her Crown
Barefoot in the night, in a field washed by wind and starlight…
Frantic, shaking in the dark, cold the way death is cold…
The bite came bloodless, tearing away at a dead soul in search of fire…
Moon shards come down out of the clouds that seem darker than the space beyond them…
The Shape of Moonlight
I saw you as you once were a reflection in a blade raised against the night a being of moonlight in a distant world smiling to yourself at some mystery…
Comfort of Darkness
When night falls, a prophet roams the streets And all who hear his voice close their doors, shutter their windows— Barricade against the call to arms The challenge of a mind that sees beyond the wall.
A Sunken World
Come wayward to this place without sorrow On a borderland between love and apathy We know you are lost—all who come here are lost And stay when they no longer wish to be found.
You, Like the Rising Moon
You like the rising moon give light to this land Shrouded in night unending Windows are opening to let in the cool breeze Playing with the shadows you cast…