Lover of the Light

Walking down the dreary street,

the dark seemed to speak.

Whispers echoed through the night,

'twas the lover of the light.

As he hurried through the lane,

casting a shadow in his wake, 

a chill overtook the white

with it the heart's might.

"Go" cried the tender heart,

"Return to me my guide."

"Alas", spoke the dark,

"I am the lover of the light."

Reviews

[David Moreland]

There you go, my friend. Another beautiful piece. Made me remember one of my own, "The Music Man." There is wonderful mystery in this piece. There is this contrast between the light and the dark - nothing new for any writer to do - but you took it one step further: ""Alas", spoke the dark, / "I am the lover of the light."" You introduced this transformation. Made a million-dollar difference.

[Devesh]

Thank you very much, David :)

[David Moreland]

Cool, Devesh. What you did may not be what you set out to do. But it's what you did. Much of good writing is serendipitous.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Interesting Devesh very interesting.It really drew me in :)

[Devesh]

Glad it drew you in, that's what it was meant for!.Like the dark, which also draws you in! =)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Ha i get that.You are welcome :)

[AbigaleWilliams]

I love how this was written. It draws you in. Its very good!

[Devesh]

Thanks for reading and commenting :))

[Erik Daniel]

I like this one. Good job!

[Devesh]

Thanks Erik! :)

[Ren Grace]

I love the quotations in the poem it makes real. Very good job thank you for penning!

[Devesh]

Thanks a lot for reading and commenting! :))