Tag Archives: Moonlight

To the stars return

The old man bent. Brown skin of leather. Old. Except he was not old By clicks measured in other Times. He would come and go, He would sing aloud, Slowly. The old man knew many Worlds of many suns Fading. … Continue reading

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Wounded Valentine

Can you see the wound I carry from my throat to my heart?’ – ‘Three hundred red roses your white shirt now carries. Your blood stinks and oozes, all around your scarlet sashes. But I am no longer I, nor … Continue reading

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