Ode to the Shadow Weaver

In shadows deep, where whispers hide,    There dwelt a queen, her secrets wide.
Elara, mistress of the night,
In veils of black, she found her light.

A court of whispers, silent, still,
Where secrets danced and dreams did thrill.
But after war, its halls grew cold,
And whispers faded, tales untold.

Did Elara vanish, lost in shade,
Or merge with shadows, secrets made?
A mask of white, a silent face,
In whispers lost, in whispers grace.

Though whispers fade and courts may fall,
Elara's legend stands through all.
In darkness' embrace, her secrets keep,
In shadows' realm, she lies asleep.

Type

Text, Literary (Novel/Poetry)

Medium

Paper

Authors

• Prince Tadhg