Darkness Poems Short Novels & Stories

For every glance that turns your way, Is a reminder of my dismay. You shine so bright, you blind my eyes, And in your light, my spirit dies. I am the shadow, ever near, Invisible, yet always here. In the corners of your radiance, I languish in my impotence. For in your shadow, I remain, A silent echo, a muted strain. Yet still I walk, within this gloom, Hoping one day to assume A light that's wholly mine to keep, And from this shadow, I might leap. To stand apart, in my own right,

And as I surrender to the darkness, I can only pray that someday the dawn will come and bring an end to the endless night. As the darkness threatens to consume me, a glimmer of hope pierces through the veil of despair, like a ray of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. At that moment of clarity, I feel a surge of warmth and light flood my mind, banishing the shadows of my nightmares and illuminating the darkness with the promise of a brighter future.

“Although you appear nothing more than a spec in the night. Even then, you pierce the dark with light. To them it didn’t matter, but to me it shone so bright. Your gravity brought in the ocean’s tide. “Some say you’re a myth, some say you’re made of cheese. Caught in your embrace, weakness buckled my knees. Your presence may never light up a room, but even then You light my darkest nights like the brightest moon.” "How could an inconsequential existence such as mine ever cross a mind as developed as yours. So I am just going to hide in the shadows, As your light illuminate me forever more..."

I storm out Why won't anyone believe me, I have a real life vampires blood Arrg! after everything I went through, still just insults I did my study on those creatures for years, and I can still remember some of my favourite poetry and poems I read as a kid A Last Word by Ernest Dowson Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,

Forgive everyone, and hopefully, when you remember everything, you will be able to forgive my husband, your father, Ronaldo. Sheena.. Good name for a beautiful lady like you. In comparison to life, you resemble a wild flower. Let's call it 'Life in Darkness.' Life is full of loss, pain, hatred, and rage. Life is full of darkness, and we have no idea where the light is. The light of hope. But I'm confident that a ray of hope will shine into your life. The path to the real world. Child, I apologize for leaving you and Cristina alone. It hurts, but it must be accepted.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

Until he came out the door, he glance at me evilly. Ruin me? That's my line. Is it? And my life already a messed. It causes Calvary! But I don't care, that's what I want. War!

Inside were some round cookies with patterns that he liked. Just as Noah was about to pop one into his mouth, I suddenly caught a faint scent of dogwood! That plant was like poison to werewolves. A trace amount of dogwood made the food taste and smell irresistible. A small amount was harmless to adult werewolves, but it was lethal to pups! Even a little was enough to kill! "No! Don't eat it!" I screamed as I snatched the cookie away, but it was too late. Noah had already taken a bite and swallowed it!

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

I refused to become another burden she carried, even if she swore she'd never seen me that way. I shook my head and moved past the couch, past the bottles. Took the stairs two at a time. The old wood groaned under my bare feet, and I winced at the sound, glancing back. But she didn't even stir. My bedroom door hung slightly ajar; the room dark except for a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the blinds. I stepped inside and stood in the center of the small space, arms wrapped tight around myself, fingers digging into bare skin above my elbows. The dress I wore was thin for the night air. I hadn't grabbed shoes when I'd run from the packhouse. The echo of his voice through the wall, sharp