Witching Hour

Set upon the Witching Hour


Neither pauses to think

Across the span of time and space

We stand upon the brink



Illuminated against the pale moonlight

Unwillingly you show your fear

Undeniable is the fact

Your desire to pull me near



Flickering in and out of shadows

My eyes, deep, you see

Smoldering fire within their depths

Of untold passions that can be



A shiver courses over your skin

Internally you fight against

Emotions vying to take control

Growling, you give into torment



My hands began to throb

Gathering the energy you exude

Pooling, drawing power to me

My body I elude



Swiftly I rise in the air

Golden wings spread wide

To circle my fierce Lycan

And fly along his side



Set upon the Witching Hour

Neither pauses to think

A Hawk teaches a Wolf to fly

To cross the span between the brink


Author: Bianca Pagani
Copyrighted by SalvationWriter Publishing 2009

Line in the Sand

I stand, silently still


On the edge of the horizon

Wind blowing, bringing careful whispers

As the waves crash beyond



The sun, its warmth across my heart

Give the sky a mellow glow

My toes, they seek in the sand

A line drawn below



White crested waves, they begin

The tide it has turned

Closer to shore they come

On them my dreams returned



Slinking, rippling towards the line

The waters they have reached

Claiming resolve and determination

Inhibitions have been breached



Walls broken, barriers dropped

I step over a line once was

Arms outstretched, I soar above

Into a land of lost desires and love


Author: Bianca Pagani
Copyrighted by SalvationWriter Publishing 2009