Midnight Broke 

Midnight, and the whispers begin whirling stars leading to forgotten terrain  moonlight clouding paths unseen  sailors swept silently under waves therein. Lullabies sung        Sirens caressing souls                             seducing minds…young and old  midnight befell, cruising unsung lands. Midnight broken, eclipsed moon. […]

The Mirrors’ Reign

Originally posted on Scribes Ink.:
Where the trees unfold like ravens claws, twigs of talons clinging to crimson weeds. Spectres whisper to weeping winds, forcing gales to resurrect dams to soil hopes and dreams. Where clear water flows, runs the blackest ink, purging angels from demonic wings; reflections mimic a looking well, distorted visions adorns…