Welcome to The Shadowlands. Here, you will find a world of poetic verse filled with many conflicting emotions. Some poems will be of joy and others will convey deep sorrow. And others will make us look into the darkest parts of our soul. I hope you will join me on this journey through the forests of our conscience. Or as I prefer to call it....The Shadowlands.
The Sisters of Night and Day
A miracle on the horizon
That cuts likes fire into the night
The Goddess of the sunrise
With her sword of morning light
The Mistress who rules in darkness
Covering her face as if to hide
She knows she has the power
To share the mystery of the sky
The earth is bathed with sunshine
With a sky of powder blue
The forests and the flowers
Are drenched with morning dew
The mountians rise in glory
Their faces pointed to the sky
The Night is already planning
How she'll make her sister die
The birds lining in the forest
Fly with purpose in the breeze
To feed their nesting young
Who are waiting inside the trees
Green grasses in the meadow
Watching patiently, until the day is done
As the hours now grow shorter
They watch the dying of the sun
Night engulfs the landscape
As the goddess closes her eyes
She surrenders all her power
To her sister who rules the night
Who cloaks the earth in darkness
Showing her treasure in the sky
A sea of diamond stars will shine
Till dawn brings back her light