I know she's braver than me

In almost total darkness
Even the crows have gone silent
If only for a moment
As the shadow slipped away

My friend and I inch forward
Holding our breath
To hear that screaming sound
The crows go mad again

I fear a young death
Our white bodies shake
Hers in anticipation
And mine in fear

True to my nature
I could flee in panic
But why cut this moment short?
The will was ours to come

My friend more daring than I
Steps further into the dark
A tear finds my cheek
Before I retreat towards the light

The rest of her experience

Becomes a story to me
She doesn’t divide our roles in the telling of the tale
But I know she’s braver than me

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Apparently something sinister awaits, but what? Oh, it doesn't matter, does it? The fact remains that she craves the thrill of it much more than you. Long ago, a young lady led me through a dark, unknown woodland, and it was much as you say here. Good fun for her, goosebumps for me.

[Earthy Mumma Soul]

that's an awesome write , great work!!
kept me gripped all the write :)
love the way you wrote it , the way you describe the journey and the ending was great too! you have a lovely way with words

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. am glad i followed emily to this post ...
. this is beautifully written ...
. the first two lines of that last stanza are extremely overwhelming ...

[Emily B]

the portrait reminds me of a young lady . . . it is a poignant tale, one I will long remember

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This is powerfully deep & ever so emotional,
Very well written.