I am but the Darkness of the shadow’s
in the curling mist, always watching,
waiting to strike, to thrust hurt
into whatever, and whomever I can.
I am the Shadow that thrives upon
Hate and Destruction.
I am but the inky blackness
of the swirling river of darkness
below.

Aren’t I?

I am the Star the guides
the faithful and the happiness
to the flowing river of Light.
The mist that sprays and
curls about your shoulders,
bringing peace and love
with me.
I am the cool breeze
that sweeps upon your face,
brushing the tears of sorrow away,
bringing tears of joy and laughter.
I am but the Star of Light.

Aren’t I?

The mystery of my life will never
be solved, for how can it?

I Do Not Exist.

(~LadyE~)

Written by Emmalee Miller.