(poems go here) The moonlight is so bright, so peaceful, so simple.
A heavy cloak of black attacks and quickly engulfs the powerful gem of Silver, reminding her that pure bliss can be shattered at a moment’s notice.
The playful trees darken and turn evil, looking to harm whatever crosses Their path.
Her eyes squeeze tight, her tears fall to her side.
She clutches to a vague memory of light, of happiness, of faith, of love.
But the storm is too strong, the demons won’t subside, her scars won’t Fade, there is nowhere to rest, there’s no way out.