19 September 2012
The mistress of the night looks up at the night sky and scowls, something is missing - something important.
A black velvet cloak falls behind her heels as she walks the horizon. Stars pin back a few strands of her hair while red fire shines in her eyes.
The rings on her fingers were stolen from Saturn and crushed into diamonds.
Between her fingertips she clasps an elf with pointed ears and pointed shoes. He squirms in his little jacket, held at the collar by the mistress, but it is no use.
Once she reaches the end of the horizon she holds the little elf dangling above the red-hot sun as it creeps upwards.
"No! No!" He squeaks, fear making his voice tremble.
Long, dark-skinned fingers ringed by diamonds from Saturn tentatively poke the little elf's chest pocket, noticing the bulge.
The mistress frowns, then whispers like an evening breeze, "Give me back the North Star, or I'll leave you to burn."
Mistress of the Night • Opuss № I