(A young man yearns to have the power to reach beyond mortal ends. A sensual vampire tale in the tradition of THE HIGHWAYMAN by Alfred Noyes. Just joining us? Go back to Part 1.)
He whispered promises sweet to spiders
Fluttering down from their shrouded feasts
In other bedrooms they wove the faces
With blankets of webby peace
A pair of delicate drops of moisture
Perched on her strangely familiar skin
He coaxed them trailing with loving fingers
His welcoming tears for Bryn*
She jumped and sat with her heartbeat pounding
Seconds like earthquakes consumed the room
She tried to call to her shrouded father
Bewitched in his silken tomb
Her window shattered in howling windstorms
Ripping her gown through the broken pane
She splayed on willowy branches bending
A league down the rutted lane
**To be continued**
On to Part 7.
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(*Bryn in modern times has appeared in the Passions of Bryn series.)
P.S. Just for fun, here is the raw image before Photoshop. I capture all sorts of spur-of-the-moment images from a moving car, but many of them have faults. Photoshop lets me make creative use of them anyway. Plus, I always wanted to paint, and this seems like the next best thing!