Burn Bright ~ Poem


I don’t remember being born.

I do remember being adrift in the warm embrace of a guardian figure,

a guardian everyone wanted to emulate,

a guardian burning so bright that the rest of them seemed mundane.

I desired to be that, to burn bright.

However, the longer I drifted through life, the more lonely I became.

The longer I drifted, the faster life went.

The figures I’d once admired shrunk to nothing, forlorn and lost in time.

I was alone for what seemed like millennia.

I gravitated to certain groups, then others, each time they watched as I passed. 

No one attempted to reach out and welcome me into their presence.

No one cared.

No one saw the light in me.

I was a blip on a radar, 

thought as nothing more. 

But then an opportunity arose on the horizon.

It arrived out of the blue, 

a wonderful symbol of hope and enlightenment,

my chance to shine. 

I was enticed by its pull.

The gravity of its grand nature could not be escaped. 

I saw the blues and greens of nature like never before.

No longer was I trapped in a dark and empty void.

Warmth and happiness returned after an eon of absence.

I became wanted, a spark igniting.

A shining light burst all around me in every direction.

Wondrous eyes looked up to me. 

They greeted me, noticing me for the first time.

Everyone pointed in awe at my visage.

I burned bright, brighter than I’d ever imagined. 

This feeling touched me to my core.

I’d become the star of my own show, but I knew it wouldn’t last.

Every beginning has an ending.

I could feel the flame dying around me.

 My light faded.

The eyes drifted away slowly, no longer interested as I crumbled into nothing and fell.

It had lasted only the briefest of moments, but I had burned bright like my guardian had once done.

I had shown that I, too, could achieve greatness, if only for a blink of an eye. 

I’d hoped that in that fleeting glimpse I’d given someone the inspiration that they needed;

a wish to be granted;

a chance to be seen;

the will to burn bright among the stars.


About the author: Winston Malone lives in SLC, Utah, works full-time and writes fiction as a hobby. He’s been writing for over a decade, honing his style and ideas, pursuing different avenues of interest. Winston has written screenplays, comics, novels, and short stories while dabbling in poetry and flash fiction from time to time. You can find more of his work on his website Stormfallennovel.com.

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Undying Faith

I’ve lost you in body but not in spirit.

You are forever present as long as we remember.

The world may not recall your sacrifice, but your life was not yielded in vain.

My thoughts of you have become memories,

my memories into prayers.

My faith persists.

So will you.

~Spoken by Batyg to her late husband. Excerpt from Tales of Havek: Volume One.


About the author: Winston Malone lives in SLC, Utah, works full-time and writes fiction as a hobby. He’s been writing for over a decade, honing his style and ideas, pursuing different avenues of interest. Winston has written screenplays, comics, novels, and short stories while dabbling in poetry and flash fiction from time to time. You can find more of his work on his website Stormfallennovel.com

When the Storm Rages

When the storm rages, I feel you there.

You’re in the warm rain, caressing my skin.

You’re in the rush of the wind, whispering in my ear.

You’re the clouds, filling the heavens with your presence.

You’re the migrating gulls,

the crash of waves,

the bending of trees,

and the rustling of their leaves.

When the storm rages, you are the lightning flash against the black ocean.

When the storm rages, you are the thunderous boom that beats my heart.

When the storm rages, I fear nothing except its departure,

for when it no longer rages, I’m reminded of your absence.

My only consolation is that I know another storm will rage again,

they always do.

And when it does, you’ll be there.


About the author: Winston Malone lives in SLC, Utah, works full-time and writes fiction as a hobby. He’s been writing for over a decade, honing his style and ideas, pursuing different avenues of interest. Winston has written screenplays, comics, novels and short stories, while dabbling in poetry and flash fiction from time to time. You can find more of his work on his website Stormfallennovel.com.

In the Heart of Darkness

In the heart of Darkness, I see you,

a dark too Dark to travel through.

The pain you wield is coming down,

why oh why do you leave me now?

I wonder what could have been

had the world not ceased to spin.

You guided me to the crystal light,

a saving grace that gives me might.

My sanity filtered by emerald green,

nothing is ever what it seems.

In the heart of Darkness, can you see me?


Note: Thanks for reading! The battle between Light and Dark rages on. Find out more soon as I’ll be publishing more content in 2021!