Title Stripped

free verse, Poetry 0 Minutes

Wicked winds weaving woes
touched the traitor’s tool that
betrothes  barren, broken
hearts. Her Highness, hurting

wrecked wings, weary wraiths
strangers, sickness, Sunlight screams
Nightmare Knights: knock, knock, knock
Creeping, cloying, clawing at her clothes..

She waits.

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Published by W. Edith Gilead

I am an author and self publisher. I have been telling stories since I was able to speak. I've been writing them since I could hold a pen.

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