Since I’m too busy with writing long-term fiction (i.e. Seeds of Doubt, which should be done in a month or so) I’ve decided to start legitimately trying my hand at poetry. The following is the first such result:
Aura
Frosting in shallow night
Flames that dance and move
Hope that burns none so bright
Only time to prove
Aura effervescent
Fleet but calm and cool
Crystal season silent
Shatter now the rule
Moths before the flame
In abyss and light
Helpless to the name
Under frosted night
“Crystal season silent” is my favorite line. Knowing the cold lights decorating Old Town this is so
fitting. Keep it up, son.