#nylitha

Nylitha reminded me of one of those caged little songbirds that's too sad to make a peep. I still hold that it would be better to be dead than have a collar around my neck like that. She was just so... tame, I wanted to shake her and wake her up. But, perhaps it says something about her spirit, that she's still here. Perhaps not. I suppose time will tell.

In so few days my world was torn, Sent shrieking into thought's abyss. A silent flame in skies of dawn Denying slumber's easing bliss, With thought's unresting nature borne To waking mind and spirit worn. It came with words of lacking care, To challenge all as though a test. Beside abyss' yawning tear, I stood and checked my own unrest. From dark below those fell eyes flared, The depths transfixed in their own stare.

'twas so I leapt into its depth, And 'fore I could embrace regret, A light to which I hadn't leapt. What wonder then my heart had felt, The awe of it caught in my breath And shadow-fear trapped in me yet.