I was alone in the shade,
I was a lonely and broken shadow only grey and black...no light for me,
no fairies for me,
only looking at the moon.
I was alone in the shade,
a lonely and torn shadow disappearing at the first light.
No moon or fairies for me,
only loneliness and darkness deep and lost...no light for me.
I was alone in the shadow...
No, not anymore.
A fey took my hand to drove me toward the moon.
I wasn’t sure if I could trust him,
a fey that look like a prince to me.
But the bright smile, the joyful shining eyes did not hurt mine.
No, they didn’t..their light didn’t hurt me,
but bring something inside my dusty and useless heart,
something I could not feel for long time,
something that my dark and shadowy heart completely forgot,
in the shade alone.
Something that was warming my cold and icy soul…
I trust his smile and his eyes and,
in his hands,
I took a shy step towards the cold and algid moon
and…
I did not dissolve in dust,
but I began to shine like a star
...
I was shining and laughing like never I did and
everything was bright, colourful and warm.
My fey was my light and my prince.
He was my Moon, he was my Sun,
he was my own whole world.
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Poetic Demons
PoetryFew simple poems about gothic and dark moments, atmospheres and lonely moments or surreal moments. In this world or in other or in between, it's like few spirits gathered together and borrowed me few words. Seat calm and in the shadowy light of the...
