The Black Moon
by Felix Lukhale
Darkness seeps and blots the mind, corrupts the soul. Out in the night, shadows crawl; out in the night, figures dance. Apartments, dark: Voices, unknown: Moon, bright. Fear, crawls to three, it shackles, it maims. Confusion: Bravery: Self. Something lurks beneath the fear, under the darkness; Ancient and forgotten; Cursed and withered. A black sphere floats in the night; it pulses as a heart,