He held, in his arms, the crescent moon.
Half hidden behind a berry bush -
Throwing timid glances
As he held a deathly grip onto the glowing object.
His round pallid face was gentle to the gaze.
I ushered him forward – encouraging.
The crescent shape within his arms illuminated our surroundings.
There was no light from above –
Nothing – an utter void of nothingness – casting from below.
His footsteps were soundless.
Where they even touching the earth ground beneath
– or was he hovering?
A tree branch snapped.
I turned around, sensing another’s presence.
Someone else was hiding – rustling the bushes.
Darkness enveloped us.
The moonlight was gone.
I veered back, searching for him.
Squinting in the dark, I couldn’t make out his shape anywhere nearby.
He had left – and took the moon with him.
The earth beneath my feet rumbled and shook.
Like the crescent moon, I was left incomplete.
The comforting glow of light was no more –
as the dirt swallowed me whole,
leaving me alone
with nothing else to grasp onto -
for solace.
About the Creator
Haggar Ben
I love to dream and let my mind drift off into new worlds and characters.
With the use of this platform, I plan to practice the gift and artform of storytelling.
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