Oct 2020
Swathed in a robe of scarlet snow
with a crown of raven thorns
and skin of ten moons
With her chin upturned, she ascends
With screams locked deep in her heart
None see her for who she truly is
For she is a goddess of stone
before she is mortal
Yet the one who could was now dust
the very one who had the key
to the heart of her Kingdom
I seem more disoriented these days...
Be back soon with more!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Be back soon with more!
Much love,
Lyn ***
