Whispers from The Night Narrator
There are moments in Meridian City when the mirrors don’t reflect you back. Instead, they show a face half-formed, half-erased, lingering in the glass like a secret waiting to be harvested.
The Harvest of Faces is a poem born from this unease. Written under the Night Narrator — Dark Meridian Prompt, it takes inspiration from cursed symbolists like Baudelaire, Rimbaud, and Poe, while steeped in the raw horror vein of the Meridian universe.
The Poem
The Harvest of Faces
I.
Beneath the sodium lamps, the alleys breathe,
their walls slick with whispers that will not fade.
Each step is an echo stolen from teeth,
each shadow a mask in the making,
a silence dressed in borrowed skin.
II.
The faces bloom like pale fungi on brick,
eyes wide with the terror of never being whole.
They shiver in glass and gutterwater,
portraits carved by hands unseen,
their mouths forever half-open, half-erased.
III.
You look once, and you are marked.
Your reflection is bartered, fractured,
fed into a mouth older than the city itself.
It does not hunger for bodies,
only the tremor of identity peeled away.
IV.
In the darkroom of Meridian’s sleep,
negatives drip like blackened fruit.
Every frame a ghost you almost remember,
every print a confession blurred,
until you too are paper, hung to dry.
V.
The harvest is patient.
It waits in windowpanes and rain-streaked glass,
in subway mirrors and the surface of coins.
One day, the face returned to you
will not be your own.
Creative Note from the Author
This poem carries the voice of The Night Narrator — the darker pulse of Meridian City. It’s an exploration of identity, reflection, and the unseen rituals that lurk behind everyday surfaces. Like much of my work, it balances the surreal with the intimate: a mirror that doesn’t just show you, but steals you.
Good For
- Readers drawn to symbolist poetry and horror atmospheres
- Fans of urban fantasy worlds with occult undertones
- Anyone who loves dark ambient music, whispered narration, and the aesthetic of liminal dreaming
Bonus Tip
For a deeper experience, pair the poem with the companion Wartonno Sound track created for The Harvest of Faces. Close your eyes, let the ambient tones blur the city around you, and imagine the faces waiting in the rain-streaked glass.
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🎧 Listen to the ambient soundtrack: Wartonno Sound on YouTube
