children of the night take stock of unsummoned moons in an underground bunker
mends your shadow for a copper coin if you will let her the alley witch crouched at a forgotten doorway
feelings that spanned from dusk till dawn before the scales shed and the heart embraced cold iron
a patchwork of bulbous grey clouds blistered with lightning invades paradise
witness the naming of the skies as a leaf floats down an envoy between worlds
not end times but the end of darkness when eyeballs burst into ultraviolet flooding the world with a vision of luminance and iridescence
the grim city exhales like a violent beast that has spent its last breath
mist clings to skin gentle as a promise of shape without boundaries
the cold of dawn consents to the softening of limbs
a gentle and final word guides the falling feather to a bed of moss