Between Two Watchers

The sun shines bright through the branches of the willow tree. A crow flys out of its nest to catch a breeze. A spot of darkness, ascending up against the blue heavens. The wind is soft, whilst a murder comes together. Hunting and gathering and devouring everything they get their gloomy claws on. The sun trembles by the darkness left behind. Slowely he fades, hiding for the shame and chaos he invited in. The darkness consumes all, as the murder slowely comes to an end. A crow flies to the now weeping willow, to its nest. The moon gleems softly in the pond. An owl awakens due to the eerie silence caused by the dissaray. A whiteness takes off against the corrupted sky. The cold wind glides along her feathers. With sound no more than a whisper, she courses down her prey. Her rigorourness prides the moon, as it stands high in the dark sky, sparking jealousy in the sun. He rises up in hope to seduce the owl to stay, but she is already long gone.