Poetry ~ The Storm of Love

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How long must she wait on the dock of unrequited love before she allows the sea to swallow her heart?

her tears burn as she falls into a cresting wave

so turbulent is the storm of her sorrow

she drowns in silence

Poetry ~ Witch of the Woods

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My dark poetry series continues with a poem I first published on my Tales of Darkness blog. Meet the Witch of the Woods.

Sister,
do you
remember
our walk down
the ancient road? We
broke through the woods
where the river flowed. We
gathered feathers and
rocks and twigs of
all shapes our
baskets
overflowing,
we soon filled our
capes. The others called
out as we ran toward the blaze.
We were sisters and maidens of the
moon’s waxing phase. Those were
the years we danced in our
dreams. Decades gone,
I can still hear
your screams.
The night
they
tore you away
from the witch of
the woods, but a
bond made in
blood forever
endures.