Night Assaults In Charcoal Smudges

Night assaults in charcoal smudges, repeatedly cloaking the horizon in darkness. Hollow ruins coat the empty space in agony as loneliness clings to every surface, breathless in the brewing alchemy shift. The barren and jagged mountains, though cold and bitter in shadow, are abruptly caressed by a balmy breeze exhaling secret incantations into the dampened surroundings. Beneath the heavy silence of night, blankets of celestial fires and moonlight foil spill a summoned revolt across the chasm. A measured mist of cooled water drops ventures a dance along a cluster of murky trees at the edge of a hushed clearing. Beyond, a presence, plagued and exposed by the arduous web of darkness, beats a crippled, even antsy rhythm. The cessation of its burden is nigh; the emancipation of daylight - a fated end.