On Darker Days...

• Amelia-jane Bates, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

On darker days fill’d with winter’s poisoned cloud
Where light turns grey-stone listless
Like a widow’s sombre, dampened shroud
And silence reigns like the serpent King of Basilisk,
Dusk waiting for night’s everlasting kiss.
There wind, she sings a quiet song,
Brimm’d with the fell of demons dark.
’Tis through such hours bloom’d the arc.
 
Under might of wetted mist, reaper cold,
Gleans Iris’ garland of emerald-jade
And crimson waves with peppered gold.
Alas! she shines for moments made
Precious by her blushing sweep
When sky is laid to shadow deep.