woodland feys in the city: scream into the void of glass
Tag: fantasy
moonlight: turns ordinary puddles into enchanted lakes
flesh made soft by the autumn storm
in a long long time: a sleep that could have lasted an eternity
wandering field spirits: king is one who bears the crown of sticks upon a body of immaterial aether
tiny white butterflies are the fragments of clouds that chose to remain on earth
a second moon hides in plain sight: between the folds of a grieving sky
clay moon: even the most frightening of beasts can be moulded with gentleness
autumn moon: her face the sum of goodbyes
beats at her chest and wails: mother monsoon desperate to put out the untamable fires of the east
