Eyes
A million maiden candles burn
poetry
Twister
Signalled by the hum of heaven's
Loveliness Can be Loved
Now, never, even in my youngest days when lean
One Before Dawn
Not for love would I resent the dawn.
Allegiance
Witches work overtime;
The Days of Division
In these days of division the mind,
Three Preludes
The hours lift up
As Well to Taste of Start
Quiet crouches
Leviathan is Dead
Bloated, the dead leviathan stank on the beach.
Circe
With veils around her hips
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