Her incantation spiralled into night’s sapphire sky on the wings of ravens and dark spirits.
She‘d already buried the blazing sun and now the moon shivered behind swirling mists.
Her utterance rose with haunting clarity and the moon shrank, dwindling, until nothing but shade existed, and her nightmare song summoned and freed dusk’s malevolent doors…
(55 Words)
Written for Lisa McCourt Hollar’s 55 Word Challenge.
The Last Krystallos 