Shadow

Her cloak was made of night

And sewn up with spider webs.

Stars decorated the tendrils of cloud

That clasped around her waist.

Her face was painted with shadow,

Her nails with swamp water,

And the moon hung from her neck.

Tiny shards of ice pierced her ears,

A rope of snow around one wrist,

A ring of fire around her little finger.

Lavender flowers were tied in her hair

And her pockets were full of rocks.

You could see mountains in her eyes

And swear you heard a wolf howl

At the sound of her voice.

With one look, she could show you the world.