Shadows of Night - Argyle Goolsby

September pressed her muscles deep into August’s heart

Compressed her summer wings until they splintered cold, and sharp

That season brings a maiden raven haired.

Spinning in failed attempts

To free herself from despair

I wanted her madly, but sadly she belonged to the shadows of night

To the shadows of night…

A loose thread of stars sewed up the night in cryptic patterns of light

The moon cast an ether glow upon her face.

I watched it trace

Her hollow outline like the hands of a gifted God

I wanted her madly, but sadly she belonged to the shadows of night

Betrothed to borders.

Blind to me

Her reed-like movements will await the beast so limitless and free

In the shadows of night