A Raven's Call at Midnight's hour . . . . .A dragon's roar in deepest night . . . . .A wolf's howl at full moon A child's awe at the twinkling of Stars of bright . . . . .Somethings seem so contrary . . . . .Let all are one in Nature's eyes …
Tag: mythology
Cassandra’s Lament.
It is the knowing that hurts, cuts, and slices to the soul. It is my gift, my curse. This knowing before, a word or thought, is formed and delivered. It is the knowing the hurts, cuts, and slices to the soul.
Lies…
A lifetime played according to rules never spoken subscribed to beliefs never understood. <> Lead by the hand to Charon's dock with rubies flowing dripping pooling at the Ferryman's feet. <> No coin for payment thrown into Death's river surrounded by Styx's icy embrace. <> Washed and reborn with Hades' kiss.....
Lucinda Rose 