found her

 

They found her dreaming of a world that does not exist

Singing songs to trickster gods

Matching steps to a wolf’s hunt runt

She spoke butterflies and mischief

Moved men to walk behind her faery steps

Hymn’s of shade crawlers, shape changing beasts, devotion to the night

All for the dual love given to and by the moon

Fell from her blue lips, circled her in dance

She rested in early spring snow

Demonic Angelus Child love, Death’s bride so young

Left to swim in starlight stream for a mans eternity

 

Author's Note

Cp. 8:47AM Thu 03/27/08 NM with Pride, ok, good, the flow, thinking elsewhere (Written, Genesis)

Reviews

[H. A. M.]

very mystical thing here.
sounds serious.