The Darkest Hour

• Seonaid Campbell, Grade 9, Marist College -
• Poetry
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition

The sun spread its dying breath of light on the city.
Dark reds and pale oranges danced through sun-kissed streets.
The clouds blushed a vibrant red as the sun disappeared.
The remaining light cascaded away like water in a drain.
All I saw was a tunnel of obsidian as far as my eyes could see.
As a child I used to wake in the night and wish for the sun.
With the night came beasts with blazing scarlet eyes like fire.
Mornings were filled with grief as I opened my eyes to darkness.
I felt the loss of things that I had never considered missing.
The darkness soon became a cloak to shelter me from life.
Yet I dare dream about the day when I escape the darkness.
Even if it was for just a mere second.
Just enough time to see the sun set.
To watch the fiery, golden orb descend into the horizon.
No worries, my world in complete tranquillity.
One last time.