Cross my heart And hope to rise; My demon's reaching For the skies To find the fate I once adored, Which angels ripped From my soul's core: A feather feast Of Nature born — Mut'ed magic, Heaven-scorned. Photo by luizclas on Pexels.com
Mut’ed Magic
Cross my heart And hope to rise; My demon's reaching For the skies To find the fate I once adored, Which angels ripped From my soul's core: A feather feast Of Nature born — Mut'ed magic, Heaven-scorned. Photo by luizclas on Pexels.com
National Poetry Writing Month
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
About fantastical places and other stuff
"The silence of the night awakens my soul"
Poems, Writing Prompts, Interviews, Resources for Writers, Books, Poetry Reviews and more...
Saralyn Caine Poetry 