A small gift for those of you reading and following Crepuscular. While it currently does not directly correlate to what is happening, it may soon. No promises, though.
I’ll sing to you of sunlight, kidnapped by the moon, hidden in the treetops on a darkling afternoon.
I’ll sing to you of music in the wind, captured by the leaves, masked in the sound of the gently swaying trees.
I’ll sing to you of a rose’s perfume, taken by the flowers, overpowered in the scent of the quickly fading hours.
I’ll sing to you of the sweetness of a kiss, stolen by the glass, concealed by the flavor of slowly cooling wine.
I’ll sing to you of love, lured from the heart, veiled in the ritual of a summers dance.
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Demons and Poetry
PoetryA small collection of short poems, covering many, many subjects. Fire Trilogy rated PG-13 for non-explicit sexual imagery. Keep finding old stuff, so I am adding it here.
