Hair-prickling grace
fledged seraphic form
Pulsing aura
snapped
rotten leaves into negatives,
agitating settled slumber...
...as her hunt began-
in the troths of twilight.
Silence whispered
its chorus through
sturdy pine
-split air with ghostly crescendo;
gave bark goosebumps
Footsteps fell, unheard
Shadows shivered violently,
scurried up trees
Afraid to be stepped on
-obliterated
by death’s footprint
Final judgment
moved across the wood,
traveled past graves
of decayed souls;
Leeching life from their carbon echoes …
Eyes lace atmosphere with apathy,
pierce a forward course
toward the damned;
Lecherous hearts
drowning in salacious flesh
will receive what they desire
tonight;
~the reaper’s biting kiss
Silver trophy winner
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