A wraith of darkness,
She disperses herself among the foggy air of the city,
A sly fox,
She slinks into places that fill man's nightmares.
The bulk of men there,
Those who scare the biggest of bears,
Cower in her shadow.
Before they see it coming,
Her bejeweled daggers are across them in an instant.
She dances in the confetti of their blood,
Let's it coat her gleaming hair,
Feels it warm her.
The needle balance beam she's been standing on,
Threatens to tip over beneath her feet.
A breath of reckless disregard surges through her,
She has no remorse,
But she may feel a pang of regret,
In the darkest hours,
Of her nighttime restlessness.
The ghost of her friends,
Place a whispering hand to her cheek,
Try to reach her,
Through the steel wall of shadows,
She has set around herself.
YOU ARE READING
Reaper
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote inspired by Celaena Sardothien from the novel Throne of Glass. Credit to Sarah J. Maas for her character and setting, for this is inspired greatly from that.
