.:Dame de Magie:.

The Cheshire Moon

smiles upon her

Like Fate –

with his crooked grin

and alabaster teeth,

shining eyes made of stars.

Somewhere

the distant call of a raven,

melds well with the softly falling snow,

and a wolf cries,

Solemn and macabre,

shattering the imagery of loneliness.

DiningĀ from empty plates,

dreaming of a life lived freely

Captivated by the hunger of another era,

when all we know,

is the ever-beating heart of

“le Dame de Magie”.

 

– Savannah

 

 

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