Nothing but white, and a little more
The horizon, not visible to the naked eye
Fog envelops the land, sweeping away the details
Outlines of the tree and other assorted shrubbery
The smell of wet grass and fresh wood and vanilla
The hound of tri-color watches through streaks of carbon
With a slight panting as he stares off into the distance
The serpent’s smoke, an enigma, with no cause
It is just there until it is not
An inevitable sense of bliss
Just the sound of air rustling nature’s blades of the new moon
Cosmic vengeance becomes a double-edged epithet
Thus love and comfort all wrapped up in a neat package
And then there was the girl
With the look and prose of a valkyrie
Her crown upon mine, forehead on forehead
Noses graze as smiles are grinned
As the hound watches with his dull eyes
Sitting on a concrete bench viewing the world go by
In slow motion as the water vapor infests the atmosphere
The silence continued as what seemed to be an eternity
Time passed as glances were exchanged
Golden glistening eyes, dilating, scanning
Like throwing a pig’s skin into a furnace
Legs across one another like a lotus
I found a new place in my world
Embraced by her arms that look like the wings of her crows
In what should be the vantablack in the middle of the night
With the hound standing off in the distance, waiting to leave
But all there is an ivory backdrop of twilight behind her
© Niklen 11/14/18
