A sunrise kisses, Tears shed in darkness
Month: January 2022
The Honest Haiku
I have no friends
The Nightfall Maiden
Within dusty depths she stirs, grinding stonework long interred
Masochist Mine
Loneliness is a moon-kissed clearing, Sweetest sorrow softly nearing
Who Are You Now?
Years of love had been for naught, With a moment's hateful thought
The Specter of the Coast
She who walks the shores by night
Ode to Writing *Farewell to 2021*
I am sorry I have not written, I am sorry I am not seen, I am sorry I cannot hold your hand, While we face what might have been
Fire-Side Tales 