A month of cuts
gave way
to a year of scars. Continue reading “A Year of Scars”
A Pact with the Fey Queen
I made a pact
with the Fey Queen.
A timeless dance
among the Fey things. Continue reading “A Pact with the Fey Queen”
Bow Our Heads
When we looked
backward, upon
the paths of madness,
we will bow our
heads in shame. Continue reading “Bow Our Heads”
Mother Rang
When mother rang
the winter bell,
at the end of the
Sun’s rise, we fell
upon the feast she
made, and felt the
chill in our bones. Continue reading “Mother Rang”
Clinical Light
We are not meant
to live like this… Continue reading “Clinical Light”
The Ghosts Sleep
Let the ghosts sleep.
We are unneeded
and only bring back
the painful things
that have ceased. Continue reading “The Ghosts Sleep”
The Traveler’s Bell
Somewhere, distant,
we hear the traveler’s bell
jingling on his cane,
as he wishes the
road well. Continue reading “The Traveler’s Bell”
