Passing through the glass, we moved
And watched through glorious eyes.
To see the beast in midst of feast
He cared not for us spies.
And once complete he looked our way
A grin from ear to ear,
Caught on the breeze he pounced at trees
To see our faces fear.
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At the Inn of Ill Omen
He struggled with sleep,
His reason for hiding
To himself he’d keep.
As the days turned to weeks,
In the cellar he lay,
With nothing but rats
That shared with him their hay. Continue reading “Sanguine, my Brother”
The sun was alight
‘bove the shimmering fields
Of rays hitting virtuous sea.
With eyes of delight,
I boarded my freedom
And rescued who waited for me. Continue reading “Island Legend”
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