There is a quiet breeze in the streets tonight...
and you walk far along the grimy black,
beneath the ancient starlight...
far from where you can ever come back,
then you glimpse her...
a figure draped in darkness,
leaning against a broken brick wall...
her jagged teeth lit up by the cigarette she drew,
the swiftest of razor grins...
and abyss eyes glinting from beneath,
the chaos of her hat...
She beckons you closer,
with claws instead of nails...
and despite your fear,
you feel something pull you...
drag you nearer to her,
Her claws trace your skin...
her darkness surrounding you,
like the latest of midnight blues...
and then you hear her,
speaking...
in a voice like dead leaves.
'We listen to the dead things weeping...
below the streets,
below the hum of steel wires...
walking death and a consuming grey,
a wrongness that grew legs...
and began to walk amongst us,
and now we hum the songs...
to barrier them from us,
we tape the corners of the glass...
lest they seep in through the cracks,
and eventually we pass through...
We journeyed far,
and travelled through lands of strange...
rooms where aeons-old tunes,
crept through the floorboards...
and light was warped with dust and shadows.
We folded our souls within the wings of the dawn...
and saw the impossible blue,
that stretches above the red...
and the dust we bled our words upon,
We feel music echo in the caverns of our minds...
far behind,
in the restful dark...
for it is not the harsh lights,
the blinding abyss...
that scorches to light all our scars and grime,
showing them the jagged teeth we hide inside...
that we want,
but the violent dark of the raging ocean...
the vicious grey of the shrieking storm,
the mist that shrouds us...
we clitter-clatter our way,
through the drainpipes of your city...
We are the tune in your dreams,
the shot in the dark...
the weight of falling,
we bind the kraken's...
that writhe beneath your gravity,
and we are the light in the rain...
the spin of the knife.
We once knew a knowledge...
that we could change,
and become infinite...
as we were designed to be,
that our mirrors we nailed up...
and the scars we wrought on ourselves,
to hide what beauty we had...
were all lies imprinted upon our bones,
by the years.
We lost words that held power to us,
that came through the doorways...
that filled us with light,
we forgot that there were ways...
to fight the kraken's...
or that we deserved to,
we became broken shells...
that washed up on dead beaches,
and eventually we sunk back...
into the grime of the city.
It is not your path to follow...
though you are one of us in blood,
for the trails that are set...
lead beyond the grey,
beyond what you know...
each section of your life,
fractured away into dust,
as you cut the wires and float free...
for there are wings waiting for you,
if only you could make such a choice.'
The creature of the night leans even closer,
her abyss eyes drawing you away...
as her presence surrounds you.
'Do not let the fear consume you...
Dreamer Darkling,
for the light is there...
it is merely hidden by your shadows,
and very soon the night will break...
Santo Estrela,
the wind blows stronger...
and lest it may blow away the world,
hold firm...
and wait,
for then I shall come for you...'
The darkness begins to close around the figure,
and you feel yourself pulling away...
when the barest whisper of words,
escape her...
lit by the flare of her match,
'Until then...
dear one,
Lat Infinita...
and when we reach the final horizons,
the final grey...
the last of our festivals shall be held,
until then...
keep your eyes open.'
Then the shadows have swallowed her...
and you find yourself walking back,
reaching your home...
The night creatures howl,
and the stars dance strangely...
as you pause and look back once more,
towards the brick wall...
You glimpse the briefest of theatrical bows,
a tiger-like grin...
and eyes that hold the keys to your soul,
and then she is gone.
Night.
xx Miss C.L.Scarlett xx
