COLLABORATION with the most sweetest soul my love , @thelunareclipse . (Inspired by her poem THE WITCH AND THE DARK MOON. Poem is by lunar and prose is written by me.) I'm humbled and honored. Enjoyed collaborating with this deep yet scary poem. (Only we both know how much we can relate to it ). So grab some POPCORNS and be ready for this scary ride. ____________________________________________ //In the late hours, Through the deadly silence, When every living soul Is sounded asleep Dark moon rises through the bare branches of the trees, Making the night scene Even more obscene.// Tick tock, the clock clicked. The orange hues of sky fades as the queen of night collided with the chest of bright Moon turning it dark. The war between the evening and night cracked the clouds as many shimmering stars danced together. The dark Moon with its glory stabbed the heart of night inking it crimson red. The living soul drifted into deep slumber as the magic begins. Making the night more obscene. //Very soon afterwards, There she appears, Ghastly and yet so Delightly mesmerizing With her bleak eyes Gazed at dark moonlight// And now the night governing the crown of Queen sky. In a dark black gown, humming some words (THE NIGHT, THE MOON, THE DARKNESS, KISS AND DRINK THE BLOOD FROM THIS WITCH'S HEART , SQUEEZE IT AND NURTURE THE BEAUTY OF YOUR SOULS). With slow steps using her blood stained hands counting stars she stared at the moon, observing it's beauty through her stony bleak eyes. //Even from the early ages She felt that, strong connection, Unusual fascination With obscure lunareclipse, For she always has known Her spells grow stronger As the deep darkness falls// Remembering the days when she first killed her prey, on getting victory she blowed a kiss towards the Moon, with fascination, in search of depthness of lunareclipse. Stomping her feet with much force, screaming out loud, taking her bloody tears changing them into eagles. She casted a spell .. a love spell on Moon to be always here as she love night the most. //In this gloomiest night, Only dreary creatures are awake, Gathered around the dark circle Of the Moon, Watching her witchcraft rituals, While she is whispering Powerful spells of life and death, Don't you ever try to interrupt her During the wicked ceremonies// The night turns sad absorbing the depressed aura of the witch. The eagles turned into evil creatures as the witch cut a strand of her hair. All the dreary creatures surrounded the Moon blocking it's vision. The Moon shivered watching her witchcraft skills.(OH MOON, THE DARK MOON. CUT YOUR BRIGHTNESS ENGULF THE DARKNESS. THE EVIL AND GOOD ARE SAME IN MY EYES. KILL THE GOOD ONES WITH YOUR DARK POISON AND GIVE LIFE TO EVIL WITH YOUR BRIGHT ANTIDOTE). If anyone will interrupt her. She will squeeze their heart and drink it's tasteful nectar (BLOOD). //Above from starless skies The Moon's observing Every her move Her black long hair seems Even more darker tonight// The stars hides in the clouds due to her bewitching spells. The Moon looked down as she (WITCH) pierced her wrist. Defeated of life. She gifted her hair to the Moon to give it more shades of darkness with power, agony and rage. Her hair makes the night more scary, as they possess more darkness than night.