a woman walked the woods by a moonlit pond

her golden robe, hair’n scales in glistening blonde

she searched land and lake- on the silver line

her steps placed on the ridges of water’s spine

grass with pearls of icy dew easing her way

picking  a grey soul, blood offspring from fey

pine trees behind her whispered’n breathed

the green, the blue, the pale squeezed

 

away from the withering kingdom of past

only a word away from the witch’s mark

only a wish away from the bleeding dark

orbs of light for eyes, her gaze cast

 

upon the shattering world of today

a haunted  heart is a restless stray

if you must, prolong your stay

the realm of now is a scarring way

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