where the dark perches - upon streetlamps
of alleyways and corners, the monotony of
silence is sent into disarray with low-humming
siren-songs that serenade a thinly-veiled moon
near the cusp of midnight.
a light-borne shadow procession cleaves
the disoriented cobblestone street
that coils around the white city framed by
armies of dull trees. descending to an unlit
steep staircase, where she was waiting,
the woman in orange -
with clear amber eyes that refuses
the light, lips rosy with dried blood,
with spikes protruding from her neck,
she speaks, her banshee voices floats
on a corpse-flower scented breeze.
untainted winds carries her body and
her emerald cloak flutters over burning
oaks, their stillness embraces her as
her chanting stirs the hushed universe,
trouncing the famine of spirits.
ravenously, they feast on sleep in
innocent eyes, chewing dreams and
nightmares alike with jagged teeth.
viscerally ripping through souls and
silver-skin of hearts, with blood still
oozing from mouths, they pause only
to worship their sorceress queen.
constellations shatter, then cascade
like heavy rain, fuelling them even more.
coalition of the undead, devouring the
bitterness of a hallowed night-
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