At a window that was forever the night she sang from the emptiness that knew her heart's deepest longing. Starlight accepted her questioning and wiped her silver tears when moonlight found her grief. Even if she counted the stars there'd not be enough reason to hold her questions, nor enough pain to hold the loss inside. If indifference could hold her tight they why did she reach out for the child she knew she'd never touch again? ©May 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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