HORROR, HORROR & DREAD! The monster of hell has come for it, the shade of night taking the form of one beast to lurk here in the deep dreariness of night, faded shadows & vibrate eyes that FLASH in the street lamps light. To end here, to be erased– is a foolish thought, the whole lot of it.
No fear, for the mother above has her sights on the fauna that inhabits forevermore; the sweet safety of the night is never known to others– but to her, it is something wonderful. So small, so delicate & fragile looking– and yet, it stands tall. Regal, almost, how high it’s chin is tilted– perhaps to catch a sight of the heavens?
“ Do people here usually stay out so long? “ A soft query, hues flickering towards the being before it.
asphodel tangle, opiate-haze mind &&. paravent to midnight’s spine-chill their comet-singed regalia ; a phantom ( snow’d ivory tusks, locks of sugar-spun white, skin that of meticulous bleach, paper-thin pollution ) floats in step, clothed in half-dusk, half-dyed a constellation purple. sweet lips part with a frozen cloud amidst warmth, commitment, dream-worthy ; this one, worrisome.
attachments to dead appear lacking, puppet strings &&. somnolent hue, oh, — one of the immortal denizens, a sisyphean degree of courtesy needed lest a bell-tolled demise ( draw forth hellfire from neither loins bared in belligerence ). they stand languidly, adjust their clasp with digits aglow in lavender just to ease, to understand stranger’s speech.
❛ such question...p-pray, do i? know of.. — wanderers’ habits...? ❜ they proffer ‘pon salvers of diamonds &&. noble sapphire, an indefinite response, despondent in tonality. if only they could pass, herded by a wall — disbelief! — chased from forth a home by raconteur hands.