Cognition | In the Dark

living inside a box

within the frozen silent sheds of ruins of residence
moonchild's imminent birth through the night's recesses
crescent-fold cries unfolding in the discord of whispers
as fire torches circum-pass around the fallen perimeters
owls and ostriches hooting; orchestrating the fallen harmony unwinding
Luna Lockheart's radiance permeating the shadows of a dark tragedy
shining dusk enveloping the child's nest with moonlit mist 
the glass box shatters and falls--- like a veil of leaves shed from the trees