The Siren
She sat in silence,
eyes closes,
breath stilled,
waiting
alone in the
dark.
Waiting for the
perfect time,
the time when he
would come to find
her.
Look at Me
III
Look at me.
I am nothing.
A hollow shell
of something,
someone;
a creature
cursed
for all eternity
to live as
dead,
for death has
claimed my
soul.
Darkness
Darkness
Creeping along the edge of her vision,
blacking out, slowly, her sight.
Panting, she tries to contain it,
the scream that is filled with her fright.
Stars
I felt the stars beneath my feet
as I ran, alone, through the night;
heart pounding, lungs heaving,
not thinking, just leaving.
With all of my might,
I ran through the night –
the stars, they carried my feet.
~
The Light
A single candle burns so bright
in this night – a sign,
that once upon a happy time,
I was yours and you were mine.
You were mine,
and now you’re gone,
and I am all alone.
The Tower
As I stared at the spiral that towered above,
the shadows crashed down in a cascading flood;
Shadows as black and as deep as the sea,
encircling, consuming, devouring me.
Devouring me – I could no longer see!
It Howls in My Bones
Standing alone,
I stare into
Darkness,
the Void
of the
blackest
of nights;
No stars shine here,
No light in the night.
The Watcher in the Woods
Garbed in shadows black as night;
Hair as red as fire;
Eyes the fiercest emerald,
filled with raging ire.
The Watcher lies
in wait.
A Throne of Shadows
Unending,
Unbending,
Unbreaking,
Awakening,
To a world
that’s without
End
As it was in the
Beginning
And ever shall
It be
Words that echo
Time and Space;
their chamber-halls
of praise
Stumbling in the Dark
I wrote this a while back, and I’ve been debating on whether or not to post it here or not.
But now I simply don’t care.
A friend of mine (whose blog is here) recently posted a quote that really got me thinking:
“Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, where the only person who can judge is yourself.” ~ Sarah Dessen
That is so true, but I’ve come to realize that I don’t want to hold everything in. The whole point of this blog is to serve as an outlet and share what I’ve written, regardless of how I think people will take it, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
With that said, here is my poem:
Crash of Darkness
Light splashed through the window, exploding though the curtains in a brilliant flash, illuminating the small room. Shadows jumped back in fear and ran across the walls as the light pierced through the veil.
And then it was gone.
As swiftly as it had come, the light vanished, and the shadows darted back down to where they had jumped from. Darkness pervaded and silence fell.
Then came the boom.
Like a crashing wave, the thunder pounded against the room, its deep vibrations shaking the walls to their very cores. Although there was no light, the shadows themselves were shaking with fright, for, unlike the light, which they could see, the thunder was just as dark and hidden as they.
They had no where to jump to.
The rumbling had stopped now, though, and it could only be heard in the distance far away, an echo of a mightier boom. Breathing a sigh of relief, the shadows settled down once more in the room, once more content beneath their objects.
End.
