When All Else Has Strayed

Darkness replicates itself on the skyline as trees struggle to breathe beneath frosty film. Eyes sparkle like pools of untouched water beneath moonlight, dancing at will. Branches point with the prickly posture of snakes, suspended from string. Tedious textures make for eerie decoration in a night when the air sounds classical. The petals seem to rattle in light winds as if large formations of iron or steel. Bells! descending every ounce of life through stem as the flowers choke, they crawl, they kneel. The season is cold and dark. Chilled and aged. Innocence, violated. Kindness, tarnished. The earth is awash with flames, but the varnished grin of the moon breeds hope, when all else has strayed.