A rose maybe
This black back round...
O, how her eyes
Reflect the light of the moon...
Silent War Goddess
Poppy Banks...
I swam through molten moonlight
my eyes were square on you...
Exultant wrath shatters calm winds with a pinch
as she lifts another foot up the creaking rung...
Hidden Labyrinth
Sunset, bright red...the colour of bloodshed...
Disturbed in this deeply shadowed world,
Full of hate, death and fate...
Beauty and grace
a voice leaving men...
A daughter was born
In a beautiful kingdom...
I hate fairy tales
No, I honestly do...
The goblin and his mirror
A story told by mums...
Whisper delicate hourglass,
sand upon fingers; birch of sway...