Night Childe

She walks in step with the night
Snuggly swaddled in its ebony coat
It has always been her one true friend
Her muse, whom she often quotes

She scribbles her wishes on its blank black canvas
Staples her dreams to the backs of dingy doves
Nails her hopes to the wings of ravens
And sends them all to the stars above

She is black lips and blacker heart
Sultry sin in its purist form
A damaged damsel gone bad
Doing whatever it takes to keep warm

She dances with the devil
A wicked waltz of spreading blight
Hoots and howls at the moon
Parts her thighs and devours its light

14 thoughts on “Night Childe”

  1. Kaddie, a definitive penning delving into dark corners where shadows and cobwebs creep into your thoughts. I particularly like- “Staples her dreams to the backs of dingy doves, 
Nails her hopes to the wings of ravens.”

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