Amid the Jagged Shadows

` "Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; " - Samuel Taylor Coleridge Where demon seed, long cast o’er hallowed ground pierces the death hardened soil, thorn and bramble gather over darkened culverts as a magpie peers from a barren branch, seeking chain and splint, shards of the past and refuse cast along greasy curbs, urine stained and flocked Street lamps flicker, spitting kerosene among dampened dreams of misty prophecies, dripping senseless feelings ‘pon fractured sidewalks while muted footprints wander, muddied tracks woven in the darkness of another’s hope, disappearing beyond the rusted gate And I, fearless in the cold, frigid winds gusting towards a tomorrow’d passion, a bough of moss creaking along desolate twigs, tortured thoughts and worried chapters, leafless in this winter of no vacancy and spoiled apples call… for I am the Night Keeper, the harbinger of moons, restless on this eve of starless wishes, broker of destitute destinations, waiting in these jagged shadows of your own making midst crying vestiges of failures found, to lead you into the depths… …of your deserved delusions 11/22/19 Writing Challenge 3, November - Any Form Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode