• Freewrite

    I want to draw
    And write
    And sleep
    And smite
    My enemies in one blow
    With a fist of words
    That flow from my pen
    Ink spattering the page
    With my creatures' lifeblood
    It soaks the paper world
    In the black and blue
    Of the night air
    Calling out the deadly creatures
    That haunt the place
    With ethereal screams
    And gnashing claws
    That slash the Nightshade
    And Belladonna
    Into ribbons of poisoned color.
    The petals land on the ground
    In a multicolored heap
    Until the wind picks them up
    And they dance like mad things
    In the cool night air
    Lit by the moon
    Eternally both dark and light
    Illuminated silver by the moon
    Then they flip
    And are black silhouettes against it.
    They transform into featherlight pixies
    They dance and dance
    Through the Nightworld they fly
    Touching treetops
    And dancing through the graveyard
    They alight on the tombstones
    Gentle kisses on the cold Grey rock
    That bring the dead back to life
    With snapping and creaking
    White bones sparkle on the earth
    Newly upturned by sharp magic
    They dance as they did in life
    Grass clods lay together
    Victims of the skeleton dance
    They are pressed back into the dirt
    Dust rises from the stomping feet
    And collects in the air
    A veil to catch the petals
    That raised the dead
    They pay no heed
    As they are on their way towards the moon
    Whispering goodbye
    When the cover of trees blocks their view
    The breeze pushes them to the river
    it sings a Nightingale's requiem
    Black steam rises from the rocks
    Wraiths come to play
    They slash at the Belladonna
    And Nightshade
    But the wind does not falter
    Bits of wraith fall everywhere
    Into puddles of dark
    Still the petals fly
    Higher and higher
    Swirling against the moon's radiance
    Curling mystifying patterns
    In their strange dance of goodbye
    They kiss the tail of the moon
    Just as it slips behind the mountain
    Rose petals come from
    The other side of Nightworld
    And turn the poisoned
    Into dust
    It swirls into the rounded sky
    As the sun comes up
    And breaks the dark
    My pen's lifeblood of ink
    Spills across my beautiful
    Nightworld
    Blurring the edges
    Destroying the world I've created
    Now I cannot smite my enemies
    With one great blow
    Because my fist of words
    Has been broken
    Leaving me to clean up the black
    Before it stains me forever.