The Moth and the Lamp

The Moth and the Lamp, Cesar Santos 

She held on to the light in the dark,

That lit her path, that gave her comfort,
She was a wizard, a sorceress,

But without the light,
Without her source she was left powerless, helpless,

The long journey had led her here,
Her path was now clear,
She felt all life slip away,
Her breath, stolen from her,

Her wings gave their final flutter,
Her shoes slipped from her feet,
She realized, it was time,
She exhaled one last breath,
As the light left her eyes.....

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Inside frames

A picture has different meanings.

For some; achievement, and

For some; Joy.

But for some;

Just memories,

Both bitter and sweet.

Reminding, that

The one you loved,

Is no longer around,

Gone away forever.                                                               

In the dark

The dark forest enveloped her,
The light disappeared,
She had said she was lost,
But where?
The darkness was growing in her eyes,
Demons rising in the dark,
The beady eyes of a raven, that dark raven,
Watched her closely.
She heard a noise,
The noise of footsteps,
The dark woods creaking,
She paced in the dark looking for a way, someplace to go,
Somewhere to hide,
Yet the light didn't get through to her.
The noise of footsteps echoed loudly,
Her life hung by a string,
Held tightly by those who claimed to own her,
It was the end.
There he was with his silver blade,
The blade that glistened in the dark,
His hood covered his dark face,
'Come my child, the time has come'.
The end, so soon? Was she really getting what she wanted?
Just when she took a step,
To embrace death in her arms,
The forest tis melted,
Her tears fell like the rain.
She had hoped her world,
That terrible place was coming to an end,
But she had hoped to soon.