InkCraft Issue One | Page 22

The Dead of Night By Mahriya we live at night. we come out when you sleep we linger in your dreams we poison you with our secrets we thrive amongst you the night is ours. we are the whispers in the trees the shadows that breathe the twinkle of the stars the music course through nature itself we are in the night. we are every shiver that shudders every glint that tinkers every fear that grips we are the darkening of the sky. we are every gasp and every tremble. every silhouette that stains the night