All natural light is gone,
Save for a speck of precious yellow glow in the distance
Streaking between the branches above
Yet, the forest is illuminated
Glowing in different shades of purple
Some in light blue
Like a cave
I do not dare to stare directly at these luminescent plants
Who knows what they are made of
What they are capable of
Read the short story the poetry is based on here
The Horrors of Writing 