Again, from the top.
Poetry
Royal Procession
The sun is setting, signaling an end.
Promise
The Light waits.
Duplicity
Born from a lifetime of diversion.
Confluence
Into the undergrowth and out of sight.
Dangerous Dream
Why do you yet sleep, Princess?You dream and are content,But what you know isn't reality.The wisps of life pass you by,Like the motes of dust, That float about your resting body,And yet you sleep. Your countrymen call out to you,"Wake, Princess!"The curse that held you in your tower,Has already been broken,Like a dead leaf in … Continue reading Dangerous Dream
