He ripped the wings off the little butterfly, Expecting her to wither and die. Instead, she cocooned in sticky goo, A deep rest she was long overdue.
Wings Unfurled
Dagaz and the Magician
My tender heart abandoned and betrayed, Once steady nerves now shattered and decayed. Anguish and despair, searing and unfiltered, Leaving me lost and bewildered.
From Sorrow’s Depths
A glass of fire, both bitter and sweet, Whiskey in hand, now tainted, not so neat. Shards of trust deeply cut, their edges raw A sudden plunge, a pit I never saw.
I Am the Voice
I am the voice inside you. I am the one you feel cheering you on in your darkest times.
my letters from beyond the fire 