Night Maid
At first glance you almost miss her.
The muddied palette of darks -
blue, green, and red, almost blend her
to a smudge of shadows.
But her sword cuts a gleam of light
slantwise through the gloom
of alleys and concrete valleys.
At her heels the reaper lurks,
undercover of her sullied wings,
anticipating flesh slunk into gutters,
the rattle of bones.
She is keeper of the night watch.
Guardian of those lost in the dark.
The muddied palette of darks -
blue, green, and red, almost blend her
to a smudge of shadows.
But her sword cuts a gleam of light
slantwise through the gloom
of alleys and concrete valleys.
At her heels the reaper lurks,
undercover of her sullied wings,
anticipating flesh slunk into gutters,
the rattle of bones.
She is keeper of the night watch.
Guardian of those lost in the dark.
posted by burning moon at 8:41 PM
2 Comments:
how amazingly atmospheric this piece is, it oozes a sense of darkness and secrets and mystery.
Excuse my absence of late, my life has taken so many twists and turns in the last year I barely know who I am anymore.
Circumstances for me have changed very dramatically, so if I am sporadic in my responses, please be patient, I will always come to read you when I can.
regards
Chris
you know, we have sort of known each other for ten years now. :)
No worries. I know how life takes over your life sometimes.
I am around less these days too. I just can't seem to find the time any more. I suppose in some ways that's a good thing.
I love to hear from you when you have time though.
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