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Witching Hour
by Ela Lourenco
There is a special time between night and day
Where neither sun nor moon hold sway.
Neither dark nor light is the sky
It is the time that we come out to play.
Dusk is when we come alive
It is a most magical time
Awaken do we, creatures of lore
Witches, vampires, gargoyles and many more.
The forests are our feeding ground
The roots of the trees our home
We sleep eyes open while humans roam
If one happens by at dusk they are fair game.
My stony skin bursts open at the scent of fresh blood
Might is right and I rule them all
My blood red eyes see in the half-light
I lick my lips as I pick the bones clean
That will keep me going until tomorrow eve.
Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Ela Lourenco:
Essence
Katra is a Fae Hunter in a world once ravaged by a terrible war. Having lost all memory of her childhood and rightful identity, her duty is now to protect the tentative peace brokered by the varying races of the supernatural world. When an evil darkness begins to spread, draining young witches of their power, Katra must find a way back to her true past in order to save the future.
Enduring many trials as ever-increasing powers awaken within her, Katra must also struggle with the mixed emotions her new partner, Blade – a Black Dragon – is rousing within her. Together they must battle the shadows that plan to devour the world they know and prevent its decent into another thousand-year war.
Can Katra hold onto her strength as the truth of her very being begins to unravel? Can she bear the weight that ancient prophecy has placed on her young shoulders? Or is her destiny to regain her true self, only to lose the world she is sworn to protect?
A delightfully wicked poem.