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.