Poem Afterglow นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The full moon presented me with its mild light and crescent smile some days in a month, and the stars that dotted the dark-painted sky flickered and flickered. All of them beckoned me to leap into freedom as they always would. In response, I took a step back, a glance batted to the dark woods standing behind me, and I yanked myself off the restraints shackling me. I dropped along the side of the cliff, wings neatly folded until several meters before the surface of the sea. Wind gathered underneath my wings and successfully caught me from the fall. With a meeting wave of pelagic, I slapped the tip of the hilling wave and glided over its surface.

She turned to him, her eyes shimmering faintly. “Then let’s give them the rest of our light.” Together, they raised their hands toward the heavens. A wave of brilliance swept through the valley — not blinding, but pure. Every remaining star flared one final time, then gently dimmed, their light flowing downward like silver rain. When the glow settled, the world was not dark. It was warm. Alive. --- The Dawn Between Eras The next morning, the Blood Moon hung pale and thin,

The evening glow blazed like fire and was stunningly beautiful. I stopped in my tracks and took a moment to really take it in. That bright, burning sunset was like a glimpse of the life waiting for me from here on out. After clawing my way back up from the mud, my future would be just like the view—radiant and full of light.

“Let’s see it.” I turned the paper over, and revealed the poem scrawled in pencil on the back. Down the streets of woodland black I wander, earth to hearse In every tree I see a wave A looming tidal curse On the cusp of something greater Stood ankle-deep in floodwater Stagnant pools of brown and red The onslaught is coming; I dread For each dark night and each pearl day The mist does clear too soon The floodplain is drown’d again The water, torn from its ocean womb

The melody was full of hope and inspiration, and the rhythm fit in surprisingly well with the words of the poem. “In the stillness of the night, In the distance, there’s a light. The horizon’s brightly shining Its luminous glow blinding Why's the sun shining so bright? Because it is with all its might, Trying to conceal Del Cealus from us, But I’ll soon be there to set the people free As long as the sunlight never dims. I will now sail through the sky; Soon Del Cealus shall be found And be brought down from up high I’m taking along with me

And again. And over again. Like a prayer you never stop whispering. Even after the storm ends. Especially after.

Sophia whispered to the silent rafters. And in the quiet of the dreamspace, Lumen watched the city sleep, understanding that the most perfect thing about the "After" was its willingness to be beautifully, stubbornly broken.

I write every. Five Red Echo, memories Every "FREE! Is that it?" I have to be sure before I type in anything again. I read the poem again. Five fragile hearts are forever down Sunsets fade red, and darkness spreads Amidst the ruins of a love own Echoes of memories that refuse to go Fading every dream, and hope is blind Eagle eyes watch, moments of failure's mown I write down the rhyming words at the end of each line. Down Own Mown

As the sun began its descent on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape, I found myself standing at the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast expanse of rolling hills. The gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying with it a sense of tranquility and a glimmer of hope. The events of the past had left scars, both seen and unseen, but amidst the remnants of darkness, the embers of redemption burned bright.

It seems it had enchanting powers, it started making my own eyes glow. "Stay with me, don't fall asleep too soon Glow. Your fellow Angels can wait for a moment, come real close. Forget the world outside, finally we are alone together after how long? Was it meant to be like this," sNoooohe asked. I stared at her and said, "when I see how my path, seem to end up before your face. It is no doubt that the state of my heart and the place where we are was written in th stars," I said.