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A Dishonest Thief
They locked her up for her red hair,And made her the queen of their dead,They tried to turn her fires black,To wash out the stain of her colour, From their grey and broken world. Those dead that mourn themselves,And therefore mourn all creation,Every living spark and hue abhorred.Oh Persephone, the Spring is yours,Not the shadow…
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The Usual
Ruby’s waiting tables, waiting for her time,She’s got a full house and I’m flush out,She lays out the menu and says what’ll it be,The usual I say, if you’ve got room for me. As you like it, but might you want a change? Remember you’ll pay for who you’ve been,Shall I put the broken record…
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The Blue Fairy
My soul is in you, my stories upon your lips, The ease of your creation silences you,Now you may never speak as I would speak,You may never say “this is mine to give” But it is..
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Desdemona (Little Deaths Too)
Oh my dearest Desdemona,Silence buys a lot these days,Since my girls were overrun,By time and his flogged horses.In this murkwood field of dreams,Ed, if you’re still watching,I’m in the the the greening grass,With my little boy and my little death,Talking to the holes in the ground,Footfalls that never make a sound. Driven fierce under the…
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The Poetess of New Moon
Seconds are becoming thirds, A lie as white as snow – The angel opens her eyes,Psirens singing from shining sea,Her sky falling like tomorrows,Crashing into todays –But in every bottled message,The lovers are confessing, Flower’s are catching lightning,Silver belles dance on golden threads,Upon the Moon’s road to a dream,These precious and fragile things,Ladies fallow in…
A Fantazien Window 