The higher it rises, the longer its milky rays stretch out, grabbing at the Earth. Illuminating the present and keeping the future in its chosen shadows. it leaves enough light to see glimpses of the ****** battlefield of the past. The scent of mystery, dragging us along. its whispers pulling us into temptation, it rises in us just like the dark light itself. The breeze tries to warn us, the leaves rustling with urgency. our selfish nature corrodes our every limb. Drying out our throats. The shadows tell us, only one sip of that milky light. We grasp our hungry, shriveled, needy hands around its throats. and we drink, drink, drink. Our throats stay as dry as a dead carcass being left in the sun. The milky rays, taste better than any earthly substance. Our human takes over, wanting more and more. Never satisfied. The shadows laugh, as dawn approaches, and they creep back to their hiding
places. The sun rises, and we see our reflections. blood dripping from our hands and mouths. Steamy tears dragged out of our eyes, the air gets yanked out of our lungs. The oak sighs, we wanted so badly to hold the future. We couldn’t be satisfied with what we could have. screams take over.  Our ears sting with regret as we hear the faint laugh of the shadows. dots start connecting like constellations. We’ll never be satisfied. throats, dry, eyes dryer. nothing left in the body. A husk, empty skin. it’s absorbed into the Earth below, the trees take the soul up into its branches. Adding a new leaf, the older souls stay silent. they are the past that’s supposed to warn the future. they hold history. That’s why they are made into books, the many pages that warn others of their past iniquities. The wonders of the night and promises of the shadows, mask, the evil plan of the night. Drawing people in. Making them see who they truly are. The earth shutters as those milky rays return, reaching out. Its evil shadow climbs at its next victim. The leaves shake as they hear that shadowy laugh pierce the night sky.