Darkness Poem by Twilight Whispers

The lane was thick with shadows and flooded with purple mist,
the darkness was a blanket shading the anger in my fist.
The puddles were blackest onyx, liquid, silvery juice
as the clouds roamed on together in a newfound, peaceful truce.
The trees danced in the silence to an inaudible, eerie beat as I trundled through the caves with wellies on my feet.
In my heart I kept the fondest memory I’d ever made with you and suddenly the darkness sharpened and the fire warmed me through.