That Evil Can Seep
Across the bridge
In to the depths
Of the other side
I felt the faint prickle
Of something
Not alive
Moondust felt it too
Of cold winds
Tattered cloaks
Blowing through
Moondusts’ horse
Whose name is known only to her
Shivered and snorted
The rising cold air
Let us leave this place
My longbow unsheathed
Arrows of brown and gold
At the ready
Moondust magic
The light wreathed
I felt it deep
Moondust too
That evil can seep
In to beauty
And stain it in darkened hues
As one
Evil cannot prevail
For love
Beauty and magic
Stars
Will never fail
It cannot divide
What lies within
Will never hide
It bursts forth
Soft amethyst light
Washing away
The stain of the night
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009
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