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Archive for March, 2015

Lady of the Night

Her skin a ghostly pale, she wears an ebony cap upon her head. Like a coyote’s scream, her amber eye pierces the night. Her secrets walk upon silver water, and those who want to hear listen.

Her skin a ghostly pale, she wears
an ebony cap upon her head.
Like a coyote’s scream,
her amber eye pierces the night.
Her secrets walk upon silver water,
and those who want to hear
listen.

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Lifting the Burden

Back against the wall, holding the weight of the world against thin shoulders to free those who laid the bricks of self-damnation to wash their own hands

Back against the wall,
holding the weight of the world
against thin shoulders
to free those who laid
the bricks of self-damnation
to wash their own hands

Queen of Spring

She calls from her tomb as she digs her way to light. In her dance to life she bows to the sun, yellow skirt flouncing with wind and crown held in place.

She calls from her tomb
as she digs her way to light.
In her dance to life
she bows to the sun,
yellow skirt flouncing with wind
and crown held in place.

Secrets of the Land

Mysteries of trees journey with the wind, settling over time’s pastures.

Mysteries of trees
journey with the wind, settling
over time’s pastures.

Winter’s Wrath

Icy fingernails dip into the stream of life and diamonds emerge.

Icy fingernails
dip into the stream of life
and diamonds emerge.

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