Thursday 16 August 2012

Sketch-A-Day: August Closer

'My dear,
Come closssssssser...'

In a dark corner of a hidden alley 
that no one in the city notices,
Its black tendrils snaking around,
avoiding the Light.
But when It sees a Prey coming close
and she notices the alluring abyss,
It risks the burning of the intimating Light,
And nudge its Prey closer into its Abyss.

Clossssser

Clossser...

Closer..

And be devoured by me my Deeear.