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The Speed of Darkness
How quickly
the mistress descends
Her stairway needs no trumpet call
devouring horizons with a stare
as ocean and mountain
surrender to her spell
and night eyed creatures stir
to worship the blood of shadows
at the altar of curtain's fall
Her silence
wears thunder like a crown
swallowing clouds until dawn
while fools lost on the moors
cling to the moonlight
and drown
Published 23rd Sep 2023
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23rd Sep 2023 11:53pm
hello dearest Abra I really enjoyed this I wrote something of a similar vein it must be in the air the dark 💕
24th Sep 2023 8:59am
I was considering the speed of light and what effect darkness had on it and scribbled this quickly.. Our ability to manufacture light, apart from fire, is relatively recent. Crouching in a cave staring into the blackness must have been terrifying. No wonder we conjure demons from the dark.
I'm glad this gave you a tingle. Thank you, Bren.
I'm glad this gave you a tingle. Thank you, Bren.
