A lofty elevation, A plumose cowl, An irrefutable will. Discretion: his calling card, A birch-white arrow through Viscous mauve shadows. The strigine thief Who appropriates your form From the ground upward. Predacious eyes perceive flesh and bone, Discarded like chaff Upon autumns threshing floor. His talons disclosed, Your legs shrouded By his imperious wing. Vaporous, you stand, Your torso drawn ambiguous, Upon the horizons ochre fabric. Silken hair falls Obliquely around your shoulders Coalescing with the gathering mist. Like the astringent hues in your puerile eyes, I will fade from this night. The evidence etched, evermore Inside two darkling vessels.