Pantomimes of Ebon

End of week, Sunday, sun aglow.

Lying in cancer ward bed, second chemo cycle done, awaiting discharge.

I revisit the stretch of wall where my flickering shadow companion entertained me on night one. She's absent now, but I smile regardless.

Behold! Your Dragon Master is returning home, and I will find you in the penumbra of My hermitage sanctuary later tonight. So rest your witching hour pantomimes and cryptic elucidations, and conceal yourself in the interlude of daybreak.

For not everyone can perceive your timeless beauty, but I can.