Anima

**Written for "Frightmare" Contest**

Those final night's shadows disband...

Staring out from her covet
a child called Mouse
eyes, scouring the heavens
for the final star
to fade
within the morning's light

Where she once had dreams
of masters--
idols and bloodshed;
industry and science
became the modern gods
of a modern age
now lost to the past.

Ab oblivione--
she watches
as the head
tries to speak
of the abominations,
until she closes
its eyes over
with mud
and clay.

She prays
that its dreams
will end.