Why 'ello there, beautiful readers! Today is a poem kind of day so here is one I'd love to share with you. It's called Bathed.

In the shadow world she lives,

A fallen, lonely place.

In the dark

She clutches a match and strikes light.

A thousand little fires on the countryside.

She scurries,

From pit to pit,

Wrestling to keep the fires in check.

The flames lick, stronger, brighter

Until their tangled light is her horizon.

She moves to flee,

To escape the flames of her hand.

She fights, stumbles,

Her charred skin howling.

Beyond the bend, she spots a seaside lit with stars.

Burns from the fire throb,

Reminders of her fallen world.

But under the jewel sky,

Light tastes so divine,

She tosses her match into the waves and lets the moonlight bathe her skin.