Her sandstone walls were high and mighty. What dark spell could render a place so cold? Who brought upon the curse of eternal winter robbing the spindly trees of green, then gold?
Tag: dark
A Manor on the Moors | Spillwords
Nestled between green rolling hills, exposed to the ire of howling gales, rises the desolate manor house surrounded by bare and barren dales.
Aflame | Poetry
Does love damage and maim this way? Am I to sacrifice my blood and breath? Knowing full well that I cannot escape, with ribbons, you wrap the gift of death.
Sweet Poison | Poetry
Sweet is your poison, deadly are your gifts - Killing me slowly and prolonging my throes.
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