necromancerking

I sat upon the road, eyes flashing left and peering right. My study drawn abruptly to some strange flicker in the night and I imagined what what sort of traveler should happen upon my plight. When a set of lonesome footfalls met my tired ears. Bringing with them offerings: lack of rhythm, frantic, plagued by fears. At this, I shall not lie, I was driven to the sound. As light and lightning, thralled to my nature - bound. Through the boscage, spied the composer dashed upon the ground. Smooth and warm dripping for the earth it struggled weakly, feebly, hurt. Enraptured, why? I could not say, but watched it-frantic- clawing at the dirt. I

watching shadow slump from corner as the light slows existence of the fabric to an ever deepening shelf of open space shrinking to merely a corner of existence