The darkness within stirs awake, clawing up her throat, scrawling arcane symbols across her…
In jagged peaks, the sky roils, in a cauldron of chaos.Nature unleashes its wrath…
A poem
At MacDuff’s Mount in Sara’s fieldthere are no daffodils.Just sun-burst…
Her silky voice sharpens on my tree bark,as my imagination finds a poem,a way to heal this…
Rescued by the childish hand of one I cannot see,all delusions bring the same, it matters not to me.I flee…