Whispered Words From A Candle-Lit Parlor- Friday Flash

 

 

 

WHISPERED WORDS FROM A CANDLE-LIT PARLOR
By Melissa L. Webb

A collection of lit candles on ornate candlesticks

A collection of lit candles on ornate candlesticks (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Capital City, you are not restrained.

Lingering memories of nine days ago haunt your mind.

Shattered reflections, hypnotic regression.

Your understood nightmares always straining and folding.

It’s a different game now.

They call for a new sound.

As an unknown beast slouches.

Causing smoke to curl, thick and full.

You are surprised again.

Yet, the answer is already in hand.

Pitch-black affection blended with aching astonishment oozes terror into yellow eyes.

The others draw near, convinced that unexpected prayer will move the city.

Nevertheless, stains will coat the night.

 

© 2013  Melissa L. Webb

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