He Owns The Night
By Rebecca Board

Moonglow bathes the trees in phosphorescent mist
while a nightingale sings his lonely song.  Just there,
beyond the trees, is a clearing, a circle painted in
golden moonlight.  A cloaked figure stands guard over
the darkened landscape, a silent silhouette of a
wondrous being only ever glimpsed in the shadows.
Eyes flash blue fire gazing through the darkness  
in ownership of this night.


Vincent standing in front of the park entrance tunnel

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