princesspomegranate

 He sat under the shade of a sprawling olive tree, reclining contentedly between the twisted limbs of its contorted trunk. The ground he observed sprawled before him in tufts of sun-bleached grass, slowly disappearing in jagged drops from the outcropping cliffs that waited, called for a victim to engulf in the turquoise depths below. Low in the sky, the sun cast out long silhouettes of darkness across the faded plane whilst sparse pink clouds dotted the dimming sky. In his simple russet tunic and woollen trousers he fitted this night and the surrounding landscape as if he had sat there all of his life, a barely noticeable appendage of the t