A Fine Twilight

Hidden within the forest, the views of the lake and beyond. Twilight begins to pull in.

Across the bank I can see the Kingdom's outline, a fading shadow in the veil of pastel blue, its graceful light rreflects on the calm waters, shadows of the forest streaming where the waters sway. With leaves caught in the northern winds.

Night is calling but all is peaceful now in this sweet twilight.

Bullet in my heart, my heart in winter, the sharp defined leaves they are knives with perfect aim.

A warning, night is falling.

Slowly the cold will creep from within the dark forest, it will intrude upon the sweetness of the sun's kiss. I must leave this perfect hour, or pray I meet the angels of peace against the mercy of the night. Goodbye sweet day, I will wake for you tomorrow.

Reviews

[R.G. Bennet]

This started out quite well, entrancing me as I read line after line. I'm not sure what causes your abrupt shift in tone, however. Is it literally the chill of the pending winter's night, or some other nefarious meaning lurking behind your words? Nevertheless your imagery is astounding. I could envision the Kingdom before me - my mind a canvas as you painted the vividly beautiful scene in my head. I especially loved "fading shadow in the veil of pastel blue".

Excellent poem, thanks for sharing.