Shakespearian Sonnet Poem
Bright Shadows
The invisible darkness all around,
That seems to hide both the good and evil,
The lack of sight is made up for by sound,
And out of the gloom is borne an angel
Deep golden feathers with shadows infused,
Halos cast an eerie iridescent.
Beautiful innocence sadly confused,
Powers compared to that of a crescent.
It's said and told and memorized, that it's
The good that's always the winning side.
The darkness covers the ugly misfits,
Angels should be a beacon or a guide.
Is darkness really the absence of light?
Then why is it darkness still feels so bright?
