The Light of Shadows

When I peered into the blush of dawn,

I saw only dreams,

But slowly my laughter faded,

As in my mind

I found the shadows left behind.

For in the misty light,

I found nightmares lie awake.

And so I wept

Because

The night was once edged in stars,

Where each shadow held a silver sheen.

But in the light of day, each precious gleam holds hands

With the shadow of its death.

When I peered into the shadows of dusk,

I saw only fear.

But finally my terror splintered

As through the doubts

I found hope flickered still.

For in the dying light,

I saw visions dance with dreams.

And I stood

Because

The day was once edged in mist,

Where each light held a shadow.

But beneath the cloak of night, the gleaming stars held promise

Of glorious things yet unseen.

Hope Ann

Hope Ann likes to think herself a dragon-riding, griffin-taming founder of worlds and explorer of legends. Using chocolate, she bribes a wide ring of spies, from the realm leapers of Aslaria to the double agents of Elkbend, for their stories. She thrives on frost, steel, and the tears of her readers, which she secretly mixes into iced coffee. Deep in her hobbit hole, her actual life involves staying up too late writing, reading, researching stab wounds, and struggling to remember the difference between effect and affect. Based in Indiana, she is the self-published author of the Legends of Light series. Hope Ann helps other writers as a personal writing coach and the newsletter manager at Story Embers. You can download her free Beauty and the Beast prequel here.

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