Blackened eagle
Wings through putrid sky
Storms brewing

Hunger and terror
Blind sisters they weave
Darker thread

Demon regal
Hooded piercing eye
Wolf pursuing

Spiritual error
Forsaken hearts cleave
To the dead

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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8 Responses to Risen

  1. Skye says:

    Sitting in the pouring rain on a cold spring afternoon-this fits perfectly somehow. πŸ™‚ xxxx

  2. Sinister and marvelous

  3. siren303 says:

    as always, your work is fabulous

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