Dancing with demons

Her head felt lighter 

As her demons danced around her 

Singing songs of endearment 

And the lights grew fainter 

Now the dark was somehow brighter

Reviews

[Tam Warink]

Who knows what you were thinking... perhaps the last cogent thought or awareness as she slips from this world to the next. Her demons... real, imagined or both. I wonder if she found comfort in the songs?

100 singing lights

[Meraki]

I often wonder that same thing.. Thank you dear I you're reviews always make me feel like I'm doing something right :)

[Tam Warink]

You and I... we are this:

We sing the strings of darkness
Planets fleeing their moons
Yet captured by the sun
In unrelenting eccentricities.

From my book, "Observations on Life by The Art of Review"

Tam

[Meraki]

I'm not sure I understand the meaning behind that however it reads nicely

[Tam Warink]

Not to worry. Understanding comes when we are ready. Further, that understanding will, in all likelihood, be different for everyone.

[blueash]

I really like this. Especially the last line. Good job :)

[Meraki]

Thank you!