The first poem I felt remotely proud of
(inspired by The Darkest Minds, by Alexandra Bracken)
In the afterlight,
Through the dark
Toward the Amber sky
Past the brook,
Near the Fog
Is where the Fairies lie
Ride the four Winds,
Scour the seven Seas
Do what you must
To put yourself at ease
Deceit, lies, and trickery
Are all part of the game
For if you use them properly
You’ll win yourself some fame
Walk through Fire,
Dive through Earth
Go to the place no humans dwell
There you shall find the highway to Hell
Jog North for two hours
Then West for one more
And stop when you get
To a brightly colored door
A door is just a beginning
Head off farther North still
Until spotting a mountain of Ice
From the vantage, if you see
A great big storm
That’s your cue
For the final sacrifice
“Never fade”
Their sweet faces would plead
“Oh but I must!”
And then you would leave
By horseback, by zeppelin
On Land or on Water
By Sea or by Air
In the afterlight,
Through the dark
Toward the Amber sky
Past the brook,
Near the Fog
Is where I now lie
Memories and Misery,
Thoughts and Shadows
I’ve been forced to go incognito
Find me, find me by the old oak tree
Staring at the sunset, that is where I’ll be