moonshadows...

it was long before dawn that i awoke from a dream of something rather absurd - that I was just a man. lost in the wee light of the witching hours, I decided to venture out of the confines of a wearisome abode into unnaturally luminated darkness. it was moonlit, the night, waxing towards full. a tortured life of deciepts filled my head. I ached to be free of the lies that hung in the air like death.

there, but a hundred yards away, lay tinker cemetery. A vestage of long forgotten horror, filling a lonely hillside, in a best forgotten unholy burrough on the ancient grounds of deer and crow. I was singualarily drawn there. I could feel a silent morbid cooing coming from within me.

I meandered a bit amoungst the stones, a few toppled by disrepect for the damned, and found myself overwhelmed by a spell of weakness. I sat myself against a tree and closed my eyes for what seemed but a moment. I felt something of a breathe, a slight wind upon my face, and opened my eyes to find that a myst had enveloped that hallowed ground.

and through this cloud I began to make out a small figure. she was as pale as the dew around me, of that I was certain. I was transfixed by a stare that flickered with colour. I felt certain I knew her, and lifted myself to my feet to make my presence known to her.

suddenly, the light of the moon was snuffed. I was left with my vision of her obscured. she had dissolved into the dark. as moonlight reclaimed the moss covered stones, she was gone. I felt the air chill and returned to my bed to find sleep come troubled and wrenching.

the next few days, I was in a state. I could think of nothing but of that image. My work suffered such that I could not even show even perfunctionarily the simplests of tasks, that of crawling from my domicery. A fever of dream consumed me. Of who could she be, for surely that vision was niether dream, nor of this world, and for certain I was doomed.

As I regained a bit of curiosity I found myself drawn during those restless witching hours to that haunted dreamscape. It became weeks of nightly restlessness and meanderings. My small savings dwindled. No memory of my past life was availing me.

( to be continued...)