Eclipse

A sphere of mirrored light
Covered by a crimson cloak
It was beautiful.

An eclipse, they call it that
How mystical it was
And it was beautiful.

But oh, how it was quick
To disappear in a flick
Leaving behind only
A memory of its beauty.

Darn! After months of writing, I still suck at poems, Sarah thought to herself as she closed her notebook in disappointment. Shifting her gaze towards the sky, she looked at the moon the same way she was looking at it sixth of an hour ago – half in amazement, half in astonishment. Which was the same thing. But that didn’t matter to her as of the moment – nothing else did – as she continued to marvel at the celestial body above.

To be eclipsed.

She could relate to that. She should put that in her poem. Oh, dear no…

Couldn’t

Gary stared at the thin object in her hand. She stared out the window. The sun is setting. Then her eyes drifted back to her right hand.

Never was there a time in her life when she thought she would end up having to choose between right and wrong. Not this way. This time, it’s different. The right thing was pretty much the obvious choice, a no-brainer in fact. She didn’t need to do it. It was as simple as that.

But still, the temptation…

She knew that by doing it, she would be going against her moral code, against what she believed in.

And yet here she was, alone in the room, looking at the smooth gleaming surface, so smooth that she could see her own eyes being reflected by it.

And she did not like what she saw.

They say that eyes are the windows to the soul, she remembered, as she found the twin brown orbs staring back at her. They look so…

What Lies in the Umbra

No wonder the sun’s still up at this hour.

It grazes the midnight sky in search of a blue-white star. A star not unlike itself, a star blinding the cosmos with its pure light. A star radiating sheer warmth, blessing all those who set their eyes upon it. A star that has captivated our dear sun since it came into existence. A star whose bright smile would send any celestial body light years away. A star whose gaze like rays will continue to inspire the sun to become better, brighter…

In Darkest Light

She was currently in one of the most trying times of her life.

Sylena was failing every subject that she took for this semester. Majors or GEs – no exception. And tomorrow was the last day for dropping classes. Not that she wanted to. And even if she did, her parents would not approve of it. But still, the thought of dropping them instead of downright failing was a temptation that would keep on coming back to her already-confused head until tomorrow ended.

Frustrated with how her life was going, she