You were long lazy days, warm scented winds
rising crimson mornings, jet black starless skies
empty moonless nights, dark as raven’s wings
soulless, colourless, heart of glass
lost in the abyss, you are devoid of light
the predator that haunts my dreams
always lurking in the corners of my soul
but I am now a warrior of light, a beacon in the night
banishing your shadows into distant memory
I have left you behind, a shadow dweller
and I am changing the locks to my heart
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 