Poem Afterglow Novels & Stories

Seraphina’s POV With the first light of dawn casting a golden hue over the Ethereal Glade, the three of us stood at the edge of a new beginning. The air shimmered with possibility, and the remnants of darkness felt like a distant memory a testament to the strength we held within us. The birds began to sing, their melodies intertwining with the rustling leaves, creating a symphony of rebirth. “Now what?” Althea asked, her brow furrowed in thought as she gazed at the shimmering pool, which now reflected the rising sun like a mirror of hope.

It was only two streets away from the beach, and the sunset promised to be one to remember. She walked down the stairs and on the tricky pebbles up to the shore, were she sat, face to the west. Without stopping to think about it, she grabbed her tablet from her bag and opened the notepad to write down the words that had been echoing inside her head all afternoon. When she was finished, she found out they were a full poem. "Tear yourself for ever apart Let the darkness hear your cry Weeping over forgotten moments Your mind keeps calling a life. "Let go of your precious sunsets

And the next after that. Until forever. (The End)

‘How should I face all the cold and warm winds that paint my face with sadness? ‘How should I think of the past and the future that are all filled with pain? ‘From now on, my heart will never be clear again. ‘From now on, the mountains will never look green again. ‘I’m afraid to look at the fallen autumn flowers. ‘I’m afraid that the flowers in spring will look like tears.’ After Silvia read the poem word by word, she felt goosebumps all over her body again.

Rolling gently up to repeatedly break upon Magical banks girdling Nivians lakeshore. For what be this odd muse That upon my aging senses does so readilyEnthuse...And to my inner soul so inextricably Implore? Ahhh...But this much I may be allowed to Say, Before darkly gathering skies extinguish Over weak flames of the last spluttering Ray, Perhaps it is our inner voice That seeks out the solitudes of Tranquilities choice - To witness and record and dutifully store... Those rare and fleeting moments We all too briefly adore.

Vincent's poem thus; When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight From having looked too long upon the sun. Then is my daily life a narrow room In which a little while, uncertainly, Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, Among familiar things grown strange to me Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark, Till I become accustomed to the dark. I could no longer fight this battle with myself and Jeffrey.

He cleared his throat, "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a hundred 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 uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the twinkling... stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die." He looked at her, awaiting her remarks. "You tried, you really tried but you made some errors. It's not I ama hundred winds that blow, it's I am a thousand winds that blow. Again it's not I am the twinkling star that shine at night, it's I am the soft star..soft star

Tht dark night glow like day. ... To be continued..

[TASK COMPLETE: FOLLOW THE WOMAN IN BLUE] [REWARD: +50 BEAUTY POINTS | ROMANTIC ADVANTAGE: 'THE SOUL COMPASS' ACTIVATED] I felt a subtle, warm tingle rush through my body, like a soft filter being placed over my skin. It was a common feeling I got whenever I was rewarded with beauty points. But it was the 'Romantic Advantage' that felt the most potent. It was a magnetic pull, an aura that seemed to radiate from me, casting a golden light on the man standing beside me. ''Vincent,'' I touched his arm, ''Are you okay?" Vincent looked up, and for a second, his grief-stricken eyes caught mine. He, eventhough clearly upset, blinked, as if dazed by the sight of me.

When the glow faded, she was gone. Only silence remained. --- End of Chapter 8