Here is part two of the poem “Twilight”. If you haven’t read part one yet, you can find it here.
This is a super long, story-oriented poem, so I super recommend starting from the beginning!
There
In the wood
A woman
A soul
She, with raven hair
Which whips around her in the current of the wind,
Knelt before the great Oak Tree.
Dark angel, is this where you pray?
She, ever still, ever waiting did not concern herself with the hare
Whose silver coat shimmers as it lopes around her
White and wispy
It plays on the ancient roots of the tree
And leaps through the trunk,
Effervescent, gone
It appears unharmed on the other side
A gasp is pulled from the traveller’s lips,
And the dark lady finds herself exposed
She turns, a silver duck is held to her breast
Spectral feathers ruffle at his presence
Dark eyes narrow,
teeth bar into a hiss
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Part II