Risen

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 helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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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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