In his Shadows

Written by:

Zerayn D.

I stole a gem with quiet grace,
from the man of diamonds who left no trace,
he wandered through his gleaming land,
where crystal towers tall did stand.

His head was bowed, his steps were slight,
he moved like whispers in the night,
no hum marked his solemn tread,
no sound beneath where his feet fled.

Then, he climbed his throne without a word,
no fluttering robe, no songbird stirred,
while in my hand, a piece of him did gleam,
a streak of light torn from a high dream.

I raised it high to the searing skies,
its brilliance danced in all sides,
a beacon flared from out my palm,
disrupting peace, disturbing calm.

The island woke with startled cries,
the inhabitants toward the skies,
they gathered close with gasps and awe,
as if the sun gives a strange glow.

Curiosity took root and spread,
a wonder in each look and tread,
they murmur in voices filled with fright,
“Where is the man who owned the diamonds’ light?”