Thursday, March 12, 2015

Night Crawler

In the mystical hours of the dark, when the light no longer burns people shall not watch.  There is a creature lurking in the shadows, unknown to all who search.  With its face masked in black, its knowledge is to be burnt.  She cannot hide forever but for now she is condemned.  To solitude in the highest state.  A mystical creature of the dark she is the light that no longer burns. 

1 comment:

  1. I was surprised that the creature was a she. Love your final line and the words, "she is the light that no longer burns."