And here is my blackout poem:
This is how I imagine my poem would look written out:
River of Darkness
By Candace Shultz
The stars came out.
Silver bells rang softly.
It was full dark
at a place beside a small stream.
She felt as fragile as glass,
as weak as water.
Helpless and trembling,
she began to cry.
He towered over her,
a river of darkness,
unmoving,
silent.
The night air was chilly.
She was afraid.
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