Night Has Come

Night has come, the fog is slowly wreathing Crying soft, a form is moving forward Now she walks through mist, 'tween shadows seething Past the ancient walls she pushes onward Mid the shrouded stones she pours her sorrow Crying soft, a form is moving forward Now she weeps amid a ruined palace *Starting when the distant forest trembles Comfort is not nigh to ease her sorrow In her hands she bears a broken chalice She that once was rich is now the poorest Starting when the distant forest trembles Deep within the shadows of the forest Wars were fought that changed her life forever She that once was rich is now the poorest How could men her castle cruelly sever? Night has come, the fog is slowly wreathing Wars were fought that changed her life forever Now she walks through mist, 'tween shadows seething Day is dawning Light scatters shadows What hope will morning bring? - *Starting is a sudden motion or spasm caused by being alarmed. - - The part of this poem that is in Terzanelle form is also Trochaic Pentameter, meaning that it is ten syllables per line and alternating between a stressed and unstressed syllable the whole way through. - - First place in contest, "Terzanelle Fantasy with a Questionku Chaser".