Saints Rest

It was a stilly night, with darkness investing itself so heavily into every corner of my hometown, that it held the majority share of its streets and doorways,
cradling the elderly behind drawn curtains,
with candles snuffed out
and eyelids weighed down,
opaque like alabaster stone.

Rats had taken refuge in the garbage,
sorting the scraps from the shadows,
unaware that high above,
a billion stars sailed across an ocean of inky sky,
searching for new hearts to commandeer,
twinkling like puppy dogs eyes.

During such quiet hours
the dreamers dreamed,
the dutiful prayed to the saints
for their venial sins to be forgiven,
whilst the saints prayed
for the dutiful
to sleep!

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

Enjoyed the read Lathen. Makes me think I might like poking round in the shadows of your hometown

[Lathen Griffiths]

Thank you Ken.