She comes

walking on bridges

of starlight,

a silent whisperer

in the darkness,

murmuring elegies

to her fallen prey.

I whisper now

of the spider,

the world-drinker

the ocean-swallower

the sky-eater

who gently weaves

gossamer epics

to ensnare

the fragile

flickering senses.

fluttering

now till all

is lost,

the weaver of nightmares

the spinner of shadows.

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There you are,

your silence

screeching

as you spin

about

on the hangman’s noose

Hope’s amber

lights

have faded

from your eyes,

hollow chambers

filled with ragged

and tired

screams –

Spaces where

we remember

where hope

was lost.

She brings the dark,

the shadows

of a moonless night.

Tonight she comes for us

the dread-hunter,

the Nightbringer.

Stop your weeping, child,

and stay close.

We shall curse

the Darkness

Together.