http://slow.writerscafe.org/Darkmage The original writings of author Darkmage en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990518 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Darkness has fallen, The moon, high above, spills its light, Filtering through the trees and transforming The forest below into a realm of ethereal glow.  On silent wings, I drift through the trees, My soft, silver-tipped feathers barely making a sound. My eyes are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2929697/                                   the whisper urged."Find the joy that rings true--For you, and those you hold dear."I took one last lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2929113/ In the Forest The night is falling, Clouds hang low in the sky. Snowflakes slowly drift down, Covering everything in a blanket of white. No trace of anyone else can be seen. It is cold; my breath hangs in the air. I am alone in this dense, dark, and silent forest.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2928682/  Time goes on--One minute after another. Or does it stand still? Or does it run backwards? I sit here in a darkened, silent room, In a chair, the fabric of the armrest Rough against my bare skin. My back pressed into the chair, Feet flat on the floor. My .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2927567/ The dawn breaks softly, Sunlight streams through the curtains, A symphony of sound,  The chirping of sparrows  And the melodious call of robins  Fill the air drifting in the window from outside. Under the warmth of our covers, I slowly wake, And.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2927415/ Darkness surrounds me; no light can be seen.Voices I hear, "low and sad"Remind me of the life I should have had.At times, I hear only one voice;At others, it swells into a chorus.Desperately, I plead with these voices:"Go away!" But my cries, my begging,They do not heed.What must I do to silence the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2923784/ The ghosts of my past, Pale shadows of choices long gone, Still haunt me today. They whisper on the wind, The scent of regret clinging to their breath, Reminding me of the bridges I burned, The words left unspoken, The chances I let slip away. These ghosts are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2923669/ Who am I, is the question that I find That continuously runs through my mind. Doesanything I do really matter, Or am I just wasting my time?  Do I make a difference in someone’s life. Or am Ijust a waste of space? Who am I, really?  Am I a no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2916065/ "She Would Not Give Up"I drifted far, too deep to reach,The world a blur, no ground to stand,I turned away from every hand,Afraid to feel, too lost to speak.She asked me once, twice, maybe more,To share a meal, a moment’s grace,But I, too broken, turned my face,Too used to closing every door.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2909728/ The mask I wearThe mask I wear is one that the world wants to see.This mask of peace and contentment,happy with the way things are. But hidden behind the mask is the real me.A person who is full of sorrow, and self-doubt’s.Years, worth of unshed tears.Someone who just wants to curl up som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2905170/ A short poem trying to express to my wife my feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2904117/ a short poem trying to honor my friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2870560/ In our living room Lightsdown low, crackling fire in the fireplace bothof us basking in the fire’s glow.Outside the stormprogresses,bringcolder temperatures and more snow.Snuggledupon the couch together each content to beinthe other's presence. Our lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2870531/ And the Curtain Must FallWeareall actors upon a stage, the stage that is known As life. Thecurtain rises at the moment of birth, somesay thatthis part is the best. Whenwe are laid upon our Mother’s breast, wehear the oohs and awes from those whowill be our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2870114/ Old Man WinterRidingthe cold north wind bringing freezing gustsandswirling snow. He changes the landscape from greens andbrowns and fall colors. in to his white playground.Hegleefully layers the trees and ground with powdery snowFreezingponds and lakes covering th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2870030/ From The Darkness in to the lightForthe longest time I lived in what seemed to be thedarkest place in the world, Alwaysshaded and in the gloom, not knowing where toturnafraid of what the darkness held. Trapped in whatseemed to be an eternal night..Thenone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2869757/ I Trusted YouIcame to you in my time of need,sothat these dark thought and feelingsIwould not heed.Iopened myself up and told the truth.ThatI was ready to leave this earth, that in my lifetherewas no longer any light and mirth.WhatI was hoping from you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2869737/ You Helped MeFroma very young age in my life, I learnedthatI could not show any emotion.If Iwanted to avoid any strife.So inmy mind a built a cage, in which to lockawaythe rage. In it I put all that I could feel, buriedit deep in my mind, locked awaywheren.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2869674/ The Storm BreaksIwalk out my front door into the tempestthewind and the rain surround me.Thewind buffets me, just like my emotions do, therain pours down my face combining with my tears.Ilook up at the sky and all I see are dark stormyclouds, reflecting my inn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2869091/ I wrote this poem during a dark time in my life, but am in a better place now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkmage/2869055/