A New Light, A New Day

Wow, so here we are, my own real web page and our first real blog. Where to start? I have been writing for years, I used to keep an active blog on Myspace. Does anybody remember Myspace? Shesh, I am old right. After that, I got a Live Journal, I admit no one ever read that but not because I wasn’t interesting. I barely ever posted. I always kept a journal growing up, too. My first “diary” I was eleven. I loved writing, would write stories and poetry as a kid.
We have started The Shade of Writing as a Shadow’s Lair family venture. The Shadow’s Lair Family is a family of two dads and two kids, not to unusual. We love to travel, and will post about our travels, everyday lives, fantasy writings, and just a general hodgepodge of things. We also have a goal to one day own a family farm and shop. We will use this blog to update our progress on this goal. For those of you who found this after following the Shadow’s Lair for years, thank you for your continued support. If this is your first time reading our writing, welcome and thank you. Feel free to follow us on Patreon.

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Left to Right Cera, Jayson, Damien, Aaron, 2011 Maryland Hiking trip

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Portrait of a Goddess

By Damien Knight

Her eyes are the sky
Her smile the slivered moon.
With her I could fly
I hope to see her soon.
Her hair is obsedian
Her lips rhodolite.
My hands along her skin
Like ivory feels so right!
Her curves beat Lady Aphrodite
Meghan envies her “bass”!
And I have her all to me,
My perfect ace!
How did I gain such fortune
To find a love so fine?
I won’t second guess again
Only claim her as mine!

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Healing Dragon (2009)

By Damien Knight

Going down swiftly
Spiral toward the dirt
Crushed, broken
The heart hurt

Long for salvation
From the pain
Going down fast
It rains

Death imminent
Knocking at the door
Beg for anything
Don’t care anymore

Then he sees
A shadow in the dark
Flies toward him
To heal his heart

A gentle hand
On his chest
She calms him
Pleads he rest

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Letter From Ms. S—

Prologue By Damien Knight

When I was younger I stayed in Ten Broeck, a Louisville, Kentucky mental facility. Ms. S was one of the few supportive an encouraging people I had growing up. She wrote the entire letter in all caps and left it on my desk on Christmas day.

_______,(Blank for Deadname)

MERRY CHRISTMAS! I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD VISIT WITH YOUR FAMILY TODAY! I’M GLAD YOU HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO SHARE THIS SPECIAL DAY WITH PEOPLE WHO LOVE AND CARE ABOUT YOU VERY MUCH.

(I want to comment that while I am sure my family does love me at that time I felt very abandoned by them. It was very hard to see through my own struggles with depression and dysphoria.)

CONGRATS ON MAINTAINING YOUR LEVEL. YOU SHOULD BE VERY PROUD OF YOURSELF AND YOUR PROGRESS. THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A POSITIVE ROLE MODEL FOR YOUR PEERS. YOU HAVE DEMONSTRATED SUCH GREAT MOTIVATIONAL/LEADERSHIP ABILITIES OVER THE RECENT WEEKS.

(I wrote a lot of motivational pieces and poems when I was in. I would read them at the end of the day to the girls during end day group time.)

YOU ARE WISE FAR BEYOND YOUR YEARS AND COULD TEACH THESE GIRLS SO MUCH. I APPRECIATE YOUR WILLINGNESS TO PROVIDE DIVERSIFIED INSIGHT. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!

MERRY CHRISTMAS,

MS. S—

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Worth It

By Damien Knight

Today’s writing prompt asks what one thing in your life is “worth it.” For me there are two things in my life I put my time into that are worth it. They are my kids and my education. I have poured my heart and soul into my dream of being a paleontologist.

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Across the Sea

By Damien Knight

Reeled back in once again
My heart can’t be forgiven
Love, only you I long
My soul crys the raven’s song
Anika Sora, the sky falls
Cuz I don’t have you at all
I would give anything
That my princess here with me
Alas I am a lonely king
And my dreams live across the sea

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