She emerged from the shadows.
Gasps rang around.
Like a white sparrow in the snow, she was never found.
The witnesses of her beauty,
all now stink fear,
for the beauty that they claim to have seen
was never really the truth told clean.
Who would fear a woman of beauty,
for it is man’s sacred task
to completely love and cherish her in this love that may not last.
But as these men and women alike,
looked upon the shadows,
out emerged a beauty,
that frightened even crows.
She emerged from the shadows.
Even the fighters fled the scene.
They claimed that they had seen worse,
But this visage was obscene.
Shrouded in the shadow
Was something no one expected.
Raven clad and blackened,
Something through words, ne’re dissected.
They say, “O’ Lord above do free me
From this terror here before
Those who serve your diligently,
Why do you punish us so?”
And from the heavens,
Down came a voice,
All full of nothing and all,
But the voice was naught but wind,
And naught but sighs of fall.
She emerged from the shadows,
And as they all shrunk back in fear,
I took the hand of shadow’s maiden,
Adored her; I called her ‘dear.’
Her alluring unnatural stride
Which broke the heart of normal men,
Who yearned for a normal bride.
But, I am quite in love with her:
She who from deep shadows came.
The elusive beauty of a raven shade.
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Within the Catacombs of the Soul
Short Story"They who dream by day are cognizantof many things which escape those who dream only by night." Edgar Allan Poe. A collection of short stories and poems written over the years by Alexis Pool.
