Shadows of Desires Poems

In the Shadows of Change

She could almost remember laughter intertwined,

dances beneath sunny skies,

but they paled against the silvered risk,

the thrill of the bite, the rush of blood,

the boundaries shattered under the weight of the new.

She had glimpsed the underbelly of her own heartbeat,

and the cold veil pulled her into elegance intertwined

with shadows, and secrets sunk deep,

like roots spread wide beneath a marred earth.

With the moon's glow as her witness,

she let night stoke the flame within,

no more girl caught in the web of day,

but a creature unfurling,

anison of twilight woven into her flesh,

rising to the call only she could heed,

punctured dreams bleeding onto the dark canvas,

each heartbeat syncing with the ancient drum—

“I am alive,” it throbs, “I am alive.”

In the stillness, her instincts sparked,

as shades of memory twirled around—

a promise, an echo of fate;

she felt it in corners of her hidden self,

a dance only the daring can glimpse,

a shift, a shiver, at the cusp of dawn.

Between inhalation and exhalation, yet—

timeless, eternal, never again to be the same.

Winger of the night, she shed her skin,

a chimera of tendrils reaching out,

desired not to bind, but to liberate,

embracing who she’d become, beyond still and silence.

The bite mark pulsed softly,

poetry written into flesh,

a biography sang in sighs and breaths,

and the hum of infinity,

wrapping around the spine of her existence.

Stepping from confusion,

armor bathed in cryptic fire,

she wrapped herself in shadows,

a cloak of her new surface,

the naked truth unashamed,

twirling beneath the infinite gaze of stars.

Thus entwined beneath the night’s touch,

forever a tale sparked anew

as she took her first breath

in the hunger, in the dark.

The world spun swiftly as she learned to fly,

no more tethered to innocence’s care,

but immersed in the wild wildness of her soul,

as fingers grazed the air around her,

each touch igniting flickers,

sparks shooting between the glisten of where she'd been,

and where the ocean of eternity beckoned,

With fed flames and moonlit dreams,

she took to the night without hesitation,

an unbroken symbol of all that changed,

the thick of her