The Darkling

fear drives the dark death rides sight unseen devise a wicked threshold miles gained while catching sleep lost dreams and vague debris passersby and inbetweens the momentum of obscurity time is the flicker of a snap flees an instance outline against brights beam a moving silhouette the weight of grief hanging from trees regret breathes in sweet the swing of the dead the tears of misery bleed soon to seed sharp stabs seeking green a means to plunge deep seeking a pulse to beat true goes the steady stream flowing tree to tree shadowy bends bow to break twisted sprigs move climbing feet knotted tangled trunks beneath a crown of twigs joined to extend obscure limbs held content a sea of branches transcends rises steep to oversee beyond the leaves Terry D’Arcy-Ryan