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