fog moves
shadows play
darkness is close
moonlight shows her face
she waits for the one to arrive
death may come too soon
the knife is close
death awaits
it is done
Art by Rebecca Larst
Tag: darkness
Drift Words
from pink lips drift words move along the wind, through the rivers, down into the valleys and into the dark hidden places
creatures once asleep awaken to hear those words and feel the call to her again
