They just can't make it
The world's getting dark...

She sat peacefully in her old rocking chair,
Staring deeply into her son's blue eyes...

He's a little boy of only eight-years-old,
His life, the definition of a sad story told...

I am a faerie, absorbed in the daylight hours,
while the moon is resting and the leaves are dry...

The clock on the mantelpiece stopped
keeping a steady time...

This is my first ever Terzanelle...

Six 8-year-old children look on in despair,
As one of their friends lies naked and bare...

I opened my eyes to the feel of art.
Named after the first light of day, I was...

With these wings I'll fly so high,
For all the days I've had to cry...

Astute and aware, he stood
glaring at the morning sun, like...

His face displays such ageing purity;
So innocent yet hiding so much pain...

Eyes
stare out...