S Y N O P S I S
The king has gone mad - and he's got a prisoner to prove it. Locked in his tower he keeps the most feared woman of the country, the wicked witch who brought empires to their knees and carries destruction in her touch.
Yet he goes to her every night, waiting for the stories that fall from her lips. Waiting for the ruination that will follow.
A E S T H E T I C S
E P I G R A P H
I have late night conversations with the moon, he tells me about the sun and I tell him about you
- S.L. Gray
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Ruination | ✓Poetry
"tell me a story today, my wicked king." in which poetry bleeds, but not like the sins of mad kings and wicked witches, red drips like tears to the sound of the rain and midsummer kisses us goodbye.