July 1, 2016
By ArchisaB BRONZE, East Brunswick, New Jersey
ArchisaB BRONZE, East Brunswick, New Jersey
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Soon, my enemy, we shall meet. Here you

will awaken, you will blossom like a daffodil

on a warm spring day. And you will

reveal my refuge from the vivid darkness of my

surroundings. Daybreak will arrive, evaporating

fear and anger and all the rest of the cowards.

Over the hill down yonder, covering half of

the earth, alerting children to come out to

play, adults to attend their careers,

for the sun has risen. With but the first

crack of dawn, like the first word of a sentence,

you shall awaken and imprison me in my

endless cell, until finally you shrivel into

nothingness, and wilt away.



The author's comments:

If you read the first word of each sentence, it also spells the word shadows. I remembered that we did something similar to this in second grade, except it was with words and not sentences, and I was inspired to create this piece of work.

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