THE LONG NIGHT

With gusty glimmering shone
The moon; and the wind blew colder.
A man went over the hill,
Bent to his horse’s shoulder.
‘Time for me to be gone’…
Darkly I fled.
Owls in the wood were shrill,
And the moon sank red.
-Siegfried Sassoon, Middle-Ages

Tumblr mme4wkgcl d1s200rvo1 500

THE LONG NIGHT

Transylvanian Hunger KristopherHedley KristopherHedley