Silver Blood

By Ian Adema

The night rises, silver moon shining.

A harsh mist thickens in the dark forest.

Through the trees, a shadow lurks, black as night,

Watching the delicate unicorn.

Like a tornado, the phantom sweeps from tree to tree

While the snow-white beast grazes unaware.

When the unicorn glimpses that skulking shape,

It is mesmerized by magic there.

The black shadow strikes swiftly

And silver blood, so pure, flows into the ground.

— Ian Adema is a senior at Lawrence High School.

Aftermath

By Allison Greer

and Maggie Salvini

Everything is dead.

Everything is gone.

I feel as though I have no hope,

As if dawn will never come again.

Creation lived, creation died,

Out in the cemetery.

Darkness is the demon,

Capturing an innocent soul.

The boy with his toy

Was only playing,

Playing in the river,

When, all of a sudden,

He was gone.

The current had come

And swallowed him whole.

— Allison Greer is a senior and Maggie Salvini is a junior

at Lawrence High School.