This is my page for all my L. J. Smith inspired poetry. Visit The Night World
to see what each of the books is about.
The mist swirls round
Weaving in and out of the trees
Moonlight pools around her
Bathing her in light
As she dances
In the shadow of the oak
The Horned One
Watches with a hungry gaze
Desiring her
As she dances
From the shadows
The Forest God steps toward her
He holds out a hand
With a look of ecstasy she takes it
As she dances
The forest god leads her
To an enchanted land
Taking her on a magickal journey
Moonlight shines softly on them
Moonlight in the glade
Light
Light is warm
But for me
The light is gone
Shadows
Nothing but shadows
I am drowning
In a sea of shadows
Darkness
Arms of darkness
I am surrounded
With no hope of escape
Crystal falling
From the sky
Ice in the air
Blanketing the ground
Through the ice trees
The wolf steps out
Eyes bright in the darkness
Of the night
In the glade
Where the faeries dance
Lies a girl
Cold to the touch
Stalking towards her
Eyes bright
Lighting up the darkness
Gliding like a shadow
Crystal clings to her
And she is warm no longer
Frost touches her
With its cold kiss
Looking down at her
With eyes so bright
Turning away
Leaving her to Nature's embrace
Pain
Fear
In my mind's eye
That is all I see
I am a visionary of death and destruction
A banshee doomed to wail
Blamed for events
Beyond my control
Fate saw fit
To grant me a gift
A gift that fate now sees fit
To drive me to insanity
Behind my eyes
Are visions of blackness
Slowly driving me out of my mind
And a mind is a terrible thing to lose
I am falling
Into a well of shadows
Sinking deeper and deeper
And I know that I am beyond reach
Through every incarnation,
For her it is the same life,
And the same death.
And always the world turns.
The sun rises. The sun sets.
Once again her blood is shed.
Once again she did not learn.
The phantom of her lover rose above her.
And once again her bright eyes filled with darkness.
The sun rises. The sun sets.
He sits by her still silent form,
Wishing that this time it could have been different.
Wishing that he could have saved her,
And high above him is the wide open sky where,
The sun rises. The sun sets.