I want sing it all out of me. Some don’t like the speed, but I love the tone. Something reaping while bleeding that becomes something more. A lament for the dying who are not yet dead. A lullaby for the sleep walkers to find their beds. A whaling at the grieving wall. A gut wrenching … More The Hymn of the Mother
Is this a battle for my soul? To go down in the fires of reckoning, or somehow grow wings to rise above the flames? To be loss embodied, grief personified, or to open my heart wide to be emptied enough to hold more light. To be wild as the night or tame as the day … More Free Will’s Toll
I’ve become a fearful, and fragile thing, only strong and powerful when I’m wild in dreams. I may look well but nothing is ever what it seems. No one knows what unravels underneath what is seen. I’ve been a trophy for a hunter and a doll for a prince. I tried to reveal how real … More Ethereal Lights
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