Rulers are made to be broken
From feet into inches
From purple robes
and lecterns
To rags and frost burns
From a canter
to a ******

(Fractured Fairytale #99)

beneath the bends of Barrymoor . . .

on the southwest winds she chants some more . .

the clouds scoot by beneath full moon . . .

some say she's crazy like a loon . . .

dressed in Black she cackles back while tossing ashes from a velvet sack . . .

then she throws her body down . . .

moans and sobs into the ground . . .

a dagger she does draw it forth . . .

holding high for all its worth . . .

she shrieks and damns her birth . . .

then plunges it into her heart . . .

. . . so ends the life of the young ****. . .


now the owls come fluttering in . . .

alighting next to still warm skin . . .

all walk around the disposed young beast . . .

only uttering "Who ?" to say the least . . .

then the Great Owl comes fluttering in . . .

he'd be a giant if he were made of men . . .

he collectively surveys the scene . . .

takes a few steps before he says a thing . . .

"Take her body to Evermore !" . . .

the great one does order and implores . . .

and all the owls take to wing . . .

holding the remains of the breathless thing . . .

and take her earthly shell away . . .

"To the sacred woods of Evermore ."

yes sacredness be in evermore .  . .

To learn :

one must hear

as they speak .

We were made to
LOVE

Lucifer, Adam and Eve

HATE
had no compass

ENVY
JEALOUSY
ANGER


PROUDLY
appraised
the falling

When I was a child,
I used to hide behind mum's skirt,
Now I am married,
I hide behind my wife
With my arms on her shoulders,
She doesn't wear skirts,
Only pants and jeans.
2/10/2024