Finally... I hope I am on the right lines with this- I am retelling the Dark Lane story in this format (I realise there are quite a few weak lines and dubious words already but wonder if you think I am on the right track before I jump in poetic-style to retell the story)...
The Muse of Night"
The sky was dim, the night drew in,
The guillotine of day scythed through
And as Day fled night's dark chagrin-
Of gloom in shadow simmering.
Day lingered late and overdue,
The rays of light grew ever thin,
The glaring moon reborn anew
And rose in darkness shimmering.
Beneath the boughs of leafy tides,
The hemlock stirred-their umbels stood
In reverence, whilst on all sides
Night leached light’s life and Following.
Dusk soon drew in- He understood
As raiment of the day subsides
He felt night's breath draw wooded blood
In Harrowvale’s Hollowing.
As fear then coursed through mortal veins-
He knew that gallowed time stood still,
Unschackled night broke daylight chains
And pierced him; unsettling
the fragile threads of his weak will-
A semblance of his strength remains.
The bitter taste of judgement’s pill
Thus choked him as the night set in.
08-Apr-2010 02:29:47