Thus howling pursued as she ran through fields of hellebore. Crawlers, bonies, halvers and chopped chased her long to a nearby dock. In the shadows of pale moonlight her frightened features were marked and clear. No sooner had she uttered impetuous chant; she jumped into the river with her newborn babe. Leaving behind the stalkers of night to scream her name.
Rushing night clouds
unveil in silence
Photo credits: Sunshine Shelle
Dark Poetry for Cruellest Month