The Nighthawk's Candle: II.

Part II.

 II.

 

There was a child

In the glade

And she was one child among many

Yet she was alone—

For never had anyone been

Like her

Before or After in this world

And never had anyone

Shone like her

In the Candlelight.

She was a child, and

She thought she was alone,

Yet she was not.

He watched her.

Silence, loneliness, and agelessness—

Unraveling like a river.

Softly, he called her name.

 

Author's Note

I know it's a poem, but the story does truly start in the next installment, I promise.
And yes, I do my own illustrations.