The boy's eyes stared up in wonder,
slowly pulling him under,
his gaze fixed,
up upon those golden stars,
staring back down at him, the man stood.
His hair as dark as the night,
wings ready to take flight,
golden beads woven into the strands.
As golden as the light that shined above.
His skin as pale as the snow falling around them,
no blemishes, as polished as a gem.
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Author:
atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: February 4th, 2026 04:47
- Comment from author about the poem: A small poem about two small characters that I have, which I am writing a book about where they appear! I might feature the poem in the book if I feel it is good enough, likely not
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