Ever always wrapped in midnight, breathless shadows in a dying kiss. Eternal devotion ever after, a broken craving she brushed from her lips, one she shared with the embers in her hand. She echoed tears on piano keys, starless ebony in spilled wine. Eternal misery's ghostly presence, the madness of devotion in a library out of time, her treasured passion always and always again. ©January 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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