I am battle born, words are my adrenaline
under fire, I wait in the shadows
darkness is not my enemy
for it is here that I find my strength
the courage to lay myself bare
should I waver and ache for the light
I hear echoes of Poe and his raven
in whose shadows, his soul still resides
and in the distance I hear the battle cry
‘Never, Nevermore’
grasping my pen, ink flows in my veins
words need no light, to reveal their truths
dark and mysterious, beautiful in their own way
the incandescent luminaries of poetry
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 