There's a glow on the horizon. It's not the sun nor the moon, not the stars nor starlike lights, not a quiet moor village or an intercontinental metropolis. No fires burn on the horizon, no bombs shatter the waiting darkness. No armies bearing torches march into view.
The air is silently sleeping. No mortal nor immortal dare tread here with darkness ( Read more... )

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Light lashes out
Exploding blue-veined white channeled in the valley of a heartbeat
Rattling the voluminous hills of the next breath
Tumbling through the caverns of the ear to a chest-thundering stop.

(VGDawn and Gryph for inspiring me, once again- even if it is a little midnight quick verse)