IN THE WAKE OF YOUR SHADOWS

By Anna D Invernizzi

There you sit, Dark Prince,

Not a man, nor king,

Beast, nor mage.

No.

You are a prince,

Sat upon a hollow throne of borrowed power,

As you never dared to claim your own.

Instead, you stole,

clawed at freedom, wretched and rotten under

Fingernails that tore their

Way through wild and beautiful things.

And to think, for all these years

I lived terrified in the wake of your shadows,

Never realising it was my light that cast them.

And without it, you simply ceased to be.

#DarkPoetsClub