A spider lives on the moon

A spider lives on the moon. She spins a web between the stars, Weaving lines of silk against a dark, summer sky, Like spirals of beautiful things cast around the world, To catch the lost souls left wandering through the night. A spider lives on the moon, And I think she’s lonely; Lonely up there…

The girl in the tower

Light filters in, Like soft thorns on her skin. She slips it through her fingers, Imagining it a ribbon Winding round her hand So she can bring down the sky and it’s stars. She listens to the wind And imagines feathers on her back, To fly up with the ravens And greet the moon as…

My world is made of paper

My world is made of paper, A drop of ink for a soul, An ocean lies within my heart; Waves of words to make me whole.

Dove-Feathered Raven

You’d be a fool to think Heaven and I are close. I may be one Hell of an angel, But don’t let these white wings fool you- I am but a dove-feathered raven Flying far from grace.

Pleasantly Haunting

This place is full of ghosts. They exist in the gloomy light of Corpse-coloured candles In those dark cottage walls, Lingering with a ghoulish fondness. I find myself drawn to remain also. Perhaps these melancholy ruins offer More than fear; They invite somber reflections- Reflections of the living as well as the dead- And I…