The absolute absence of light.
The kingdom of moonlight.
Cursed to sleep,
Eyes are stitched shut viewing dreams-
Flowers if Hecate is kind and
Skulls if she is not.
Sentenced to a brief period of hibernation,
Only the rebellious winds rustle the leaves,
Obstructed by rocks,
Unable to slice it in two equal halves.
Droplets of condensed milk draw a translucent-trail,
Abusing the silence of the night,
Abusing the silence.
Desolation and isolation are the new norms.
Serenity is long forgotten.
Only the momentary pause of the actions of the day.
Only the momentary absence of the living.
The absolute absence of daylight.
The kingdom of the moonlight.