Crystal Night

Magical creatures dance at the midnight hour. come and take a peak at their beauty.

Magical things happen

on a magical night

 so take a peak 

at the magic I write.

The midnight hour

They come to play

A flashing light

Far away

 

In the distance

A moving beauty

Their pure hearts

The reddest ruby

 

Each other they fight

With swords of gold

These ancient creatures

Don’t feel the cold

 

They may be people who

Don’t like to be seen

But every now and then

They release a scream

A blood curdling cry

Of a thousand years

One that can reach

The furthest ears

 

In silence we watch

Their every move

Waiting to see which one

Will lose

 

We shuffle over

To get a better view

In that movement

A stick sticks to my shoe

 

They hear the crack

They see our light

They turn to stone

On a crystal night

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Linda Moon]

A magical night indeed... Despite the wanting to be unseen, it seems their actions speak loudly for a vision. Thanks for sharing :-)

[WhitePhoenix]

Very nice. Who are the creatures in the poem, fairies, angels? But overall very well written and enchanting.