Eclipse
It all began with the erasure of
All memory, of thought and hope and care,
Of sight and sound and sense, and of the air,
Removal of all faint belief in love—
A chrysalis unsealed its crystal door,
Wherefrom emerged a brittle wingèd thing
That slowly pulsed the veining of its wing,
Searching for light and heat that came no more—
And, lastly, drew upon the black’ning sky
To fill its velvet wings, opaque, a most
Mysterious angel, butterfly, a ghost,
Then spread that inky cloak and sprang to fly—
And so was blotted out the sun and moon
And ev’ry ounce of life at highest noon.
Art-Colored Glasses 
Your imagery leaves me breathless and speechless. Wow, Kathryn. You have such an incredible talent!!! (((HUGS))) Amy
Thank you, my darling Amy! Giant (((HUGS))) back, always. 😀 Kath
Received and a HUGE thank you with smiles on the face. 🙂
Omygosh, it’s the Mothman Apocalypse.
Whoo boy, another apocalypse to worry us, or as a character in one of our favorite shows once said, “It turns out I suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse. Read more: http://www.buffyguide.com/episodes/newman/newmanquotes.shtml#ixzz3WH6bUaNg”
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Oh that’s funny! My daughter and I are Buffy fans too:0))
No wonder I liked you right away!!! Women of great taste, and all that. 😉
xoxo,
Kath
Lovely. And creepy. How do you do that?
Didn’t you know those are my middle names? Oh, yeah: I. W. initials aren’t a dead [ahem!] giveaway. “Idyllic (Lovely) and Weird (Creepy).” I’m sure that’s what my parents meant. 😉