She comes


    walking on bridges


    of starlight,


    a silent whisperer


    in the darkness,


    murmuring elegies


    to her fallen prey.


    I whisper now


    of the spider,


    the world-drinker


    the ocean-swallower


    the sky-eater


    who gently weaves


    gossamer epics


    to ensnare


    the fragile


    flickering senses.


    fluttering


    now till all


    is lost,


    the weaver of nightmares


    the spinner of shadows.


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    There you are,


    your silence


    screeching


    as you spin


    about


    on the hangman’s noose


    Hope’s amber


    lights


    have faded


    from your eyes,


    hollow chambers


    filled with ragged


    and tired


    screams –


    Spaces where


    we remember


    where hope


    was lost.


    She brings the dark,


    the shadows


    of a moonless night.


    Tonight she comes for us


    the dread-hunter,


    the Nightbringer.


    Stop your weeping, child,


    and stay close.


    We shall curse


    the Darkness


    Together.