Desert Night (Darkest Night)

Like a tattered blanket, the vast folds of sand glow an eerie blue as night lays her hand over the burning sun. Deep hues of green ink spatter the landscape, bushes that could be smothered in a twisting whirlwind of sand. Tall palms stretch out their hands above, as if an animal is waiting for its prey. All the land is barren, almost painfully empty. The temperature drops within minutes, sending a chill wind with sand that stings the throat and burns the eyes and feels like pure hate. The stars glitter ominously at whoever looks up, and the bitter taste of fear sits on the tongue. A howl fills the night air as a silent rider sits motionless on his horse in the horizon that disappears with a sudden fog that surrounds tall, ghostly cacti. Forgotten cattle’s bones lie bleached a glowing white, looking as if they would reassemble themselves and snort a cloud of dust any second. The mist clears. A once peaceful oasis is no longer so, but the plants that had provided shade seemed to be reaching with black claws to pull an unwary being beneath the inky waters that forever bubble to the surface. The air is thick with fear and hope for light, hanging in the air like something dead. The night dances wildly with her black dress, and the shimmering, mocking jewels dance with her as they slowly fade with night’s release on the sun and the cackling of the cruel wind.