That Night

 Moonlight stooped down that night

to illuminate the last jagged curves of this road,

like cypress knees punctuating a haunted marshland.

We would trip and tumble now,

splintered sheaves of fate usurping our balance,

Samhain stars in the distance 

pulling us by our covenant onward,

all the time between us shrinking.

Even eons die.

You thought the falling sky foreboding .

i thought, "at last.

The clouds are unafraid."