Leonie's Heart of Darkness

"Carnal desire mixed with dark and depraved inhibitions coursed through his veins as he grew bolder, waiting impatiently to release his magic on her. Knowing she didn't matter to him, he ignored her fears. A prop. That's all she was. Her innocence; irrelevant. Leonie. Sweet little Leonie was nothing more than a prop in his play, and he forgot all about her while he prepared the final potions." ~ King Stefan, the Darkness ~ An excerpt from Chapter 1 ~ The Banishment ~ The Origins of Darkness

The darkness invaded his soul

As the lust for power stole his humanity

What little remained

As he mixed the potions

Chanted its words

From the ancient pages upon the dias

Looking into the abyss

To bind the darkness to his soul

His precious maiden would soon be no more

Her soul intertwined with his

Fading, giving into his power

She was nothing more

An end to his means

His Leonie

Meant nothing to him

*****

Silent she fretted

Trying to break free

From the spell, he held her in

Her simple magic

Was no match for his ancient powers

She watched as he drank his elixir

Tried to fight him off

As the chalice touched her lips

Choking down the liquid

She felt their forced bond

Knit their souls together

*****

Thunder clapped

Richoceted throughout the forest

Another chant in the distance

Suddenly, the Darkness vanished

Without a trace

She was free of her tormentor

But they were too late

The magic that knit their souls

Together

Now fractured her broken heart

*****

Left alone on the stone slab

She tried to find the remnants of her dress

And wondered who she was

Now that he'd stolen her heart

And fractured her soul

What man would love her

She who loved the Darkness

And the power that he held

She stumbled through the night

Alone and afraid

To sleep by the water's edge

Praying this villain

Was nothing more than a

Nightmare

She'd wake from in the morn

*****

Hours turned into days

Days to weeks

And time passed her lonely soul by

Until she was a shadow of the maiden

She was on her wedding day

*****

The mage almost left her alone

Until he felt the pull

The mating call

And stood before the broken child

Who feared this new apparition

Waiting to steal what remained of her pride

*****

His voice was soothing

Calming her frantic soul

Freeing her heart of darkness

With the gift of true love

Forevermore

Author Notes:

Hello Readers,

I wrote about Leonie in the opening chapter of The Origins of Darkness, but then her storyline disappeared. I can't image the loss she feels after the Darkness departs from her and leaves her alone in the woods. I hope to explore her story someday, but this little poem is a placeholder to remind me to come back and write her story. If you are intrigued, you can read The Origins of Darkness for free with your KU subscription or grab the book!

The Origins of Darkness

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The Magician

The Winter Willow

Shadows & Mist

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