Nights' Enchantress
Through a canopy of leaves
ascending ,
Night a visage of rippling ebony
her tears falling like raindrops
bedazzling the dark
Her arm a windlass
spiraling coils of silken mist
rolling , heaving , becoming as ether
Sweeping specks of light in her wake
Chevaliers her dark companions
Lurking nocturnally
darkness their mask
A Grotesque masquerade
beauty at its bleakest
blood soaked rags their Armour
her sentinels forever watchful
Moon mirror to darkness
revealing nights face
Past images ,
forgotten horrors and vast beauty
her muniment of time
Tributaries of tears lining a face
bereft of life
She moves as slow water
Her velvet veils
held aloft by dancing night imps
Night’s appetite
An unsated desire
for shadow and shade
these are her feast
Quenching her thirst
greyness her fine wine
Goddess,
Drunk on her own spirit
Lulls and wanes
But night goes on
moon chimes time
Darkness must regather
her chevalier’s ! her night imps !
She never rests
her hunger never sated
As she is night silently she moves on
Forever divergent from light
Embracing and becoming darkness
Goddess of night
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2009
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