in the cemetery
blood moon shining bright
something stirs
a creature of darkness
awaiting its freedom
soon come its priestesses
bringing with them candles, incense,
and knives.
the girls who cared so deeply for the beast contained
pull a feast from their bags
and eat with her.
soon she is free,
and blesses each with a kiss.
then she is gone,
to seek the wind.
Posted in response to the challenge Ceremony.
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but 'tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
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