Deceitful Looks

I look into your eyes and see no trust, We have not met and yet you doubt my face; You cannot hide from me your plain disgust, Your guileless gape puts me back in my place.   We have not met and yet you doubt my face, My beauty buried deeply out of sight; Your … Read more

Our Children Are Not Werewolves

The moon it rises overhead, As children sleep and go to bed; But when it swaps from old to new Do angels see their horns come through, Whilst hunters smear their faces red.   And are their dreams full of bloodshed; Turning to nightmares full of dread. Leaving their thoughts and feelings blue, The moon … Read more

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