A path split between moonlight and shadows of mist. She remembered her own shadows of tavern promises and basement doorways.
A shadow turned blood and bone and smelling of stars whispers,
“Come with me. I’ll dispose of your monsters, ” She watched him swallow church alters and Mother with her holy water.
The stars lit the path before them. She fed him as they tread.
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