He was tall and strong and offered dreamsHis eyes held me in spellBut I was just a wild thingWho never would do well. Tattoos on his arms with curvesWith muscles underneathBut oh when he got mad at meThe hard words came unsheathed. For one day we were king and queenThen ruled in castle bareYet so… Continue reading Chronicle
Month: October 2024
Rebaked
Staccato scenes pictures unfoldMoments by, and some were goldSome were rustic, buried deepWithin the ground – yet not to keep. Thus the body now remadeBut yet the same as plans were made.To background go and laid to restThen carried out with list assessed. To hide among a list of namesBut yet appearance much the sameThe… Continue reading Rebaked