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A Girl Named Hope: Chapter Forty-Eight: The Darkness

AN: Found the poem online, it's been on Tumblr for awhile, but for those of you who haven't seen it, here you go.


When darkness descends upon your skin

Don't let it fill you, don't let it in

Her hands trailed over the words, reading the words that described the ancient rituals that witches and wizards of old would perform in order to gain strength. The blood runes covered the pages and they drew her in in a way nothing else ever had.

Don't turn to look or let it know

That you're willing to let the light go

There was a darkness behind her eyes that reminded him of a dark-haired boy from so long ago who made all the wrong choices. She walked between shadows, between darkness and light. Her fate was dipped in sorrow and pain, tipping her desires towards the dark.

When the light is gone darkness will embrace

Those who wish it to take light's place

Fury and grief steadied her hand as she cast death from her wand, but fate intervened and her spell missed its mark and her enemy laughed shrilly.

When you find a passion in the dark of night

Be watchful of a love that blinds your sight

A smile would touch her lips before he kissed her and each kiss she would savour as if it was her last. He was like the sun as she was like the moon, he was good and bright and life just as she shined in the darkness, luminous and strange.

For darkness has a beauty that hides all lies

Tricks you to think love is before your eyes

She realized the truth too late and it cost her the life of a great man. She should have seen the signs, seen the lies that echoed in her ears and in her mind.

There is something that lurks in the dark

Longing to drink in your spark

It will tempt you, he had said, just as it had with Adrian, and she could feel its pull under her skin, like she had a snake slithering inside her in the place of her blood.

Be careful of what you see or feel

For you may be it's very next meal

The blood sticking to her skin filled her nose with iron as her cuts and bruises throbbed as she moved forward through the forest, darkness in every step as she approached her death