Category: poem

The Fey’s Whisper

Break free the coarse ropeUntether this being from the baseMount the steed and find thy drumTonight the fey offer you hope No sword or shield…

The air was sprinkled with droplets of raw heat. The sun had exploded and now shining balls of fury no bigger than eyes were raining…

I said I would give you a sonnet, I made no promise it would be worthy… Is there a reason to imagine this light…