Night World

Little One has been writing again. This one delighted...

Night World

In a place, in a land, far from where we are, is a frantic fight in the dark of midnight,
A shadow lurks in the distant nearby, and as an onlooker you ask... why?

A girl and a boy, each on a black mount, moon shines in the sky,
Wind makes their hair swirl, the noise of that wind loud as a shout,
The air as cold as a knife, lightning strikes a nearby tree, the horses
Heads wheel about, and it's there without a doubt, the shatter breaks the air...

There's fire all around them, it begins to surround them, a sword slashes through
The bonds that tie them, fire closing in, their saver sees the last of her life in that
Night so dreadful... all would have been gone if it were not for their saver lost...

They find a riddle that reads like this: the stars to close they sparkle to embers,
The flower petal burnt, the bird's call sounded to save him from a trap so dreadful it
Couldn't be said, but the gold lost shall find the end...


Poem by Sonia, age 10. Used with permission. 'Moon in Flare' photo by Kelly Langner Sauer who has been lending me her moon. Used with permission.