Skin pale like Moonlight.
Hair black like the night.
The maiden fair stood there with a blade at her side.
A blade once silver now stained crimson.
Clothes once pure white shown scarlet on this night.
At her feet lay my father and brothers.
At her side not a soul was left.
The lifeless eyes of my friends looked to her in eternal agony.
And the maiden looked to the lake and froze.
For she saw that maiden was me.
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Strange Musings
PovídkyA collection of short stories that I have written dealing with everything from urban fantasy to romance.
