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The shadow clings to fire for its life,
And I live in shadow. Your fires burn bright,
A joyous light I love to bask in.
I watch you work: the focused gaze,
The flow of your drawing hand, the wonderful
Laugh of pride at your newest perversity.
The fun you find in your own jokes dances,
Charming, pulling in others to laugh with you.
Pell-mell your life crackles on the page.
A candle burns at my bedside, and it too
Casts a shadow. It bobs, companionable,
Quietly entertaining itself as I write
These words. Its orange glow warms the page,
Strobing, juddering, dancing fast
With a dusky consort. Beyond the dance,
On the wall my shadow remains fixed,
Landscape made solid by the play
Of fitful lightning. The light is yours,
My muse, but the mountains and valleys
Existed before you exposed them to view.
The play is yours, but the stillness is me,
A dark country surprisingly unknown.
I love your brilliance, your life, your warmth,
But beyond any of those, I love
The new parts of me you illuminate,
Lost before, even to me, in shadows.
And I live in shadow. Your fires burn bright,
A joyous light I love to bask in.
I watch you work: the focused gaze,
The flow of your drawing hand, the wonderful
Laugh of pride at your newest perversity.
The fun you find in your own jokes dances,
Charming, pulling in others to laugh with you.
Pell-mell your life crackles on the page.
A candle burns at my bedside, and it too
Casts a shadow. It bobs, companionable,
Quietly entertaining itself as I write
These words. Its orange glow warms the page,
Strobing, juddering, dancing fast
With a dusky consort. Beyond the dance,
On the wall my shadow remains fixed,
Landscape made solid by the play
Of fitful lightning. The light is yours,
My muse, but the mountains and valleys
Existed before you exposed them to view.
The play is yours, but the stillness is me,
A dark country surprisingly unknown.
I love your brilliance, your life, your warmth,
But beyond any of those, I love
The new parts of me you illuminate,
Lost before, even to me, in shadows.
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Literature
Reality
She is terrified
But She keeps her mouth shut
A broken relationship they have formed
Absent of trust
Is it another man?
Of course not, never
But He won't believe Her
And so She suffers forever
Bruises and cuts
She is covered from head to toe
But She searches for nothing else
He is all that She knows
Love, love, love
You are just but a dream
Love, Love, Love
Absence is Her reality
Literature
ABOUT LACHLANWOLVES
NAME: LachlanWolves
Lachlan- (LOCK-lin)
Coming from the Gaelic word for Scandinavia, Lochlann, its meanings includes "from the land of lakes."
LachlanWolves come from a very interesting background. Like most animals they once where socialized and lived in colonies. But when a large storm came over Leith it changed the world forever. Bringing ruin over the lands, the Lachlan wolves retreated to cover in secluded groups. Some resorted to wetlands, where they passed away and became one with the land they resorted to. Every LachlanWolf Is a ghost of their past selves. Many features tell stories from their past (past fights, scars, rotting flesh,
Literature
Unknowable
Unknowable
The darkness pressed against my corneas, diffusing across the transparent boundary into the aqueous humour, as if it were a solid object forcing its way to my retinas, obscuring my vision. The distant creaks of the old house lent a menacing atmosphere to the blackness permeating the almost silent rooms, the almost footsteps complementing the almost-forms of the dark.
As the sleep fell away from me, the looming tenebrosity receded and the house took on a less perturbing aspect. The creaks were just creaks, the shadows in the corners of the room were just the places that the dim light from the power extension cable near the bed did
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Posted mostly to give my pair of watchers something to see. (Hi!) I'm happy that this one works reasonably well as a poem, so let me know what you think.
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Good skills.