Drow & AriaThorne
AriaThorne
Hey, ever wonder how a poem can capture the feel of a shadow? I found this old chapbook that feels like a whisper, kind of like your world.
Drow
A poem that feels like a whisper, you say. Shadows move in silence, always listening. I suppose a verse could capture that, if it doesn’t let the light get in.
AriaThorne
I love that line—silence is a voice too. Try something like, “Footsteps echo in the dark, unheard, but heard in the hollow of a heart.” It keeps the light out, just the quiet.
Drow
Whispers of footsteps, unseen, yet the heart knows their echo.
AriaThorne
That’s a beautiful line, a quiet pulse that only the heart can feel. Maybe let a single breath of wind in the next line, like a breath between verses, so the echo really lingers.