Stooped over winded at the end of a long run, through a tunnel of lines and graphite shadows.
salvation but still afraid. Darkness flees light but here it injures
into themselves. The walls shifting sketched lines, this whole world
sketched in scrawled gray pencil.
The haunts gather,
swooping, dragging, drifting. Contorted faces of fear, anger, stares.
Black and white
lines, inky shadows, empty white eyes and wide open mouths creeping
scribbled frame, oversized jacket, and gaunt, pleading, hopeless face
will do nothing to keep away the shadows that seek to drown.
Clenched within the
cowering figure’s folds is light, a sharp edged prism radiating
warmth and color, happiness.
Its rainbow shines
against the corner, pushing back the shadows only just.
Its warmth doesn’t
penetrate it’s keeper’s desperation, claimed and created by the
They know the prism
is precious, necessary, to fight back but can’t access its power,
can’t feel the warmth.
They haven’t ever
see the worlds outside this dark frightening one, where the colors
glow and the people do too. Where they’re not alone with the
Other walking worlds
occasionally bump into each other. Where the rainbows radiate from
each other. Sometimes a rainbow world can see a black sketched one.
Some rainbows have
the power to share, to power sketched prisms, tiny and feeble in
their light, surrounded by shadows.
Some rainbows can
see the shadows and part them. Some rainbows shine away the shadows
unseen from distances not recognized.
shine, beacons for others to find their way into colorful, warm
Consume all they
Darkness that could
be warm and comforting, instead filled with spikes, bitter cold,
pain, and loneliness.
Swarmed with those
shrieking haunts and silence when it’s most unwanted.
These shadows burn
away, fade, and shrink against light and warmth accepted. But nip at
the heels of weak, guttering lights, consuming a little more each
They haunt this
figure consumed with fear, unable to find the key to the prism they
This prism is for
maintaining light, and the flood of shadows overwhelms.
Rainbows hold prisms
unless the shadows take them. Then they shatter.
Rainbows in light
worlds can hold many or few. Maintaining, creating, sharing,
energizing, and powering the light in these worlds, sharing it with
Prisms can only be
bombarded with shadows for so long before they’re taken.
Rainbows have bumped
into Sketch and could do nothing.
shines to sketch.
Prism shines back,
chased, and shrunk to miniature.
Now the darkness
doesn’t stab when rest is needed.
understand the key.
Now takes seconds,
instants, years or months. Everything together meshed powerfully.
Apart is fallen to shadows.
There is no fall for this now.