Being Set Free

Shadows lengthen as the Lord Sun falls finally in reluctant blaze of submission into the sea
Soon his Lover Mistress Moon follows dressed in sparkling sequins - loyal - now free.
A door opens, the hinges creak in protest at having their repose disturbed with no hesitation slight
With tenative step she places a foot into the fast approaching black cloak Of the Night
Sequins of stars sparkle more now that she has joined, step joined by another till she bursts out with loss of fright.
Like a fracutre of the infrastructure of the shadows her light blazes forth in flames of vibrancy that tear
The Night Doll has arrived - her beauty stops the shadows in their waltz, they in awe stare
- approach her if you dare.

katti