Serenity Poems Novels & Stories

“When dusk meets dawn beneath the mountain’s crown, The one who runs shall carry the sound. When light bends twice and stars turn red, A bond will break, a truth long dead. One child born with the spirit of flame, One with the wild, untamed and unnamed. The herd shall gather, the skies shall part— And blood shall rise from the river’s heart.” Silence. Dead, aching silence. Serenya opened her eyes slowly, blinking like she had just woken from a trance. “I… I don’t know what any of that means,” she whispered. “It was like someone else said it through me.” Cheyenne turned and looked at the group, each person now staring with varying degrees of wide eyes and deeply furrowed brows. “Well shit,” C