We Are the SkraelingA Poem by ChristineThis is a riddle poem, can you guess what it's about?Long fingers lick over the horizon stealing into the silent gloom. The Queen of Night's reign is over overthrown by a brilliant intruder. A precursor to the cold wind and the harsh bite of our green apple-mornings. We’ve watched the sky fade from purple to blue, watched the horizon explode into richly colored gems. The hands that grated against my windows, so skeletal and dainty, now tree branches. The gossamer veil, now a spider web. All their lies are obvious now. And yet we hide behind screens and artificial bulbs too busy, too ‘advanced’ to see. © 2011 ChristineAuthor's Note
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Added on October 26, 2011 Last Updated on October 26, 2011 AuthorChristineSeattle, WAAboutedit: 9.21.11 I haven't been on in several months, I'm sorry about that, I'll try to be more active! I've been going through a rough patch lately and all my writing hasn't been all that decent... I.. more..Writing
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