Medieval Flash Poem by Virginie Yargeau

As clear as the morning sun,
As quick as stricking lightning.
A new age has begun,
On a strange and dark evening.

The sky is a lost abyss,
The moon piercing light.
Taking the darkness out of this,
Seems as endless as a fight.

My heart drawing,
The pencil as light as a feather.
My endless imagination flying,
Taking me farther than ever.

The lost ocean is surrounding us,
My mind trapped between two worlds.
Fantasy and reality are a complicated fuss,
Like the art of fighting swords.