Poem Afterglow Novels & Stories

she said with a light smile and opened the Poetry Anthology to the poem. ‘Coloured’ By De Wet Life starts with colour With a sort of spirit Only a child can give A parent is brightened By the mere presence the light projected But after time That colour fades Dimming Like a worn out jean A ghost Heavy and burdened Uncertain Seeking guidance Purpose Love But once found Once explored Colour returns to life And is reflected and spread

The battlefield was quiet at last. Ash and silver petals floated in the wind, carrying the faint scent of blood and moonlight. Where once there had been howls and clashes of teeth, only a heavy silence remained. The red glow of the Eclipse Moon began to fade, replaced by a soft silvery glow bathing the world in calm.

Ok class... today, ill be sharing something i wrote with you all. It's a poetry piece. Read carefully. I'll be asking questions later... Oh, my Morning Glory The bright morning sun shoots shafts of light and dark through the blinds, laying bars of mystery down the length of your arching back, creating halos and hollows in your hair.

Moonlight bathed the glade in a silvery glow, and the air itself seemed to hum with a palpable energy. Elysia's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. "This place… it's unlike anything I've ever encountered," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

Luna and Shade returned, lying nearby, their amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared triumph. The afternoon stretched on, the sunlight dipping lower, the warmth of the glade a sanctuary for their stolen moment, the Dawn Pack’s love a radiant flame in the forest, their legacy a tale of victory and passion that would echo through the ages.

--- **The Aftermath** The battle lasts seconds. Or centuries. When the light fades, the Verse's ship is a smoldering wreck. The sapling is ash. My body is human again-barely. Ravel finds me in the crater, the sigil on my chest now a black hole, devouring light. "What did you do?" she whispers. The static is silent. The scar is gone. But the ground trembles, and the survivors' eyes glow gold. --- **The New Dawn**

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills,

Long after the guards changed shifts. When long after the moon was gone up and the wind whistled through the crevices. And just as I was about to leave I felt I saw something. A flicker. The slightest glimmer was visible under her shut eyelids. Like fire preparing to reignite. Let her wake soon. Because the next time I face that shadow… I won’t hesitate. And neither will she.

"Mona, I've returned everything that I owe you…" Olivia's gaze alternated between the two bodies. Her heart ached as she began crying. "It's finally over, Mona. Please rest in peace." She had been waiting for this day to come for too long. When the revenge was finally over, she felt hollow on the inside. … Yarrows reached their peak of beauty during the season, dancing along the wind. Willow was chasing after Zack, her bells ringing briskly. He teased, "You can't catch me!"

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.