child of darkness, of night, of Nyx

the night rules this land,
forever.
most creatures die of fright and want of light,
but not the girl.

the name the darkness gave her: Ciaran.

the wind whispers, "child of darkness, Ciaran her name,"

how she prances in the night, leaping happily from heights that would make any mortal mother scream with fright.
But not Ciaran's mother.

when the girl falls, her mother is always there to catch her,
no fear tainting her laughter,
as she reaches out with feathery arms to soften Ciaran's descent,

and sets her upon the ground with a sigh.

Posted in response to the challenge Spiders.

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