The Augur of Water

The night is stained a darker black, the stars having hidden themselves behind their hair, refusing to look at what I have done. The ground swells before my deed, placing her at an elevated plane: within reach, within eyesight.

But Forget's a wily slippery thing-- coming up when you least expect it. Yet shieing away when you reach for it in need. So I close my eyes and play its game, biding my time (and feeling its centipede feet run across my face)...