In The Twilight Of Amber Moon Poem by Randall Vanlandingham

In the twilight of amber moon,
Near the Bay of G'wain Loche Tun Thuyr,
Slept a lassie named Shaena Shaye,
'Tween the bogs of Isle Draas and its moor.

After trodding through thick mangled oaks,
Piercing carpets of baby snow-moss,
Shaena wove herself through its dark groves,
Dragonfly was her guide, but was lost.

Now, the glow of that golden light
Covered all but her mind's open door;
In her dreams crept the shadowy arms,
Rowan groves, ancient horrors, the lore.

She awoke to a midnight screech,
Sending slivers of ice through her veins,
What could worsen her franticness,
But to see, in this dark, was a strain.

In the dark night of amber moon,
Shaena barely could make the form out,
Thrusting into the Eastern sky,
Light was scattered abroad with one shout!

...Peace now flooded her heart and mind,
She was lost in the dark night, no more,
As Shaena was called to her home,
Family's arms, and her Lord's, on That Shore.

Such a short but a faithful life
Shaena led, knowing He'd return soon;
As her goal, she finally met Him,
At the midnight of that amber moon.