Some nighttime musings for you this week.
Fallen Angels
Within clouds we walk the night, supercilious gossamer shifting in the wind. A laugh, a tear, and ache to fly beyond the stars, before we fall again to earth in fire, wings burning, our screams unheard. We died for our sins, not yours, in a blaze of all-consuming pride and arrogance.
We yearn to touch the sun, but only see it reflected in the moon.
In the night we live, as shadows, shades, whispers of our forgotten glory, the sound of feathers in the wind. You are nothing compared to what we were. We are nothing here on this earth.
Rain
Wet road, slicked with rain, driven by an icy wind, lined with shadowy trees leading into a blackened wood. Always the same. Nothing ever changes.
Car’s coming. I can hear it.
The purr of an engine, loud, but powerful, revving along in the dark. Heading, somewhere. Always somewhere. Along this lonely stretch of rainy road.
I hate the rain. Car’s getting closer.
I can see the headlights, like yellow eyes. I step out of the woods, waiting. Always waiting… White mist and shimmer, a ghost. The car swerves and crashes.
But it’s never the one that hit me years ago.
Lantern
A glow against the murky gloom, hung in a tree, the lantern sways slightly in the wind, it’s rusted metal handle creaking. It’s a well used thing, a beacon for the lost, the ones seeking sanctuary, here among the dead.
Sometimes they come by boat, sometimes by foot; always weary, broken, bloodied. And the wandering ghosts never bother them, respectful of their pain. For some may soon be ghosts regardless, despite their arrival. Not everyone can be saved.
But the light will shine for those that need it, if not this lantern, another.
The darkness will be kept at bay.
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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