Your rays forge art from gristle,
paint pain purified,
resonate refined silver notes;
beams return praises sung by ruptured hearts
as gifts of solid gold
Magical,
mysterious
transformation,
mine if
I will but
step from the
shadows…
You have navigated the Shadowlands,
fought off the Giants whose bulk
blocks the sun;
you have endured the hot air
whose vapours tangle light waves
and bend them out of your reach.
But one day,
all that stands in your way
will evaporate,
slinking away into the furthest recesses
where Shadows breed and breathe,
and it will come with a burst of brilliance –
your turn to shine.