The Shadow

 
A glistening liquid sheen sheathed the wraith wood. Melding the small being to the soft grass below. Delicate dark lashes flutter struggling against sky’s sticky membrane. Brushing away silver strands sky pleads. Sweetly sleep as before, do not wake little one. Knowledge awoke in drowsy thoughts sharpening a truly deadly blade. Tears streamed from cracked lids as anguish poured forth, darkening sky’s face. Sleep no longer caged a desolate heart. Slowly rising each step ravaged agonizing wounds. With every new memory shredding battered bones, the young warrior hunted. A deadly purpose fueled an indomitable will. Putrid contamination filled the air obliterating souls with a single breath. Her purpose fulfilled, the warrior collapsed. Bathed in blood she wept seas of light. For she would never hear her mate's lilting lullaby.           

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