06-12-2017, 05:00 PM
the night is my companion, and solitude my guide.
Soft and gentle moonlight spills onto the meadow’s spindly green grasses that sway gently in the warm summertime breeze. Touches of silver illuminate different rocks and trees, cascading and trickling over into the darkness that their shadows hide. She is the moon, silver and pale beneath its light. Thousands upon thousands of never-ending stars ignite the inky black expanse that stretches above her, yawning indefinitely into nothingness. She can almost feel the pinpricks of stars on her back, washing her in a starlit glow that melts into the silver roan of her skin.
Augusta has never been frightened of the dark. The shadows that curl and twist bring her comfort, as it had once laced her with its fingers lovingly, intertwining around her legs with such fervor that the silver mare could not help but become lost in its touch; tonight, she searches for that feeling once more.
With the moonlit meadow spinning silver on every hidden part that can be found, the grey and silver mare presses her pale lips to the rough bark as she enters a copse of trees, blanketing herself in whatever shadows she could find. The little area shades her from most of the moonlight that cascades downwards, with little pieces of silver patterns playing on her skin as the light filters through. Here she is more comfortable, the shadowy depths of midnight creeping in as the moon makes its way through the clear and bright sky.
She wishes she could call to the shadows like she once did, drape them around her like a cloak and draw their darkness from the depths of their home, but that power is gone. What once filled her chest was now empty and vacant, nothing more than blood and oxygen pumping through her veins.