Threshold bride


It stands the ground

Rock aligned to castle

Monstrous figure of a rise


Bell legends  of fog and mist lovers

What was there?

Is it an uncertain faith?


Go to sleep

What no speech


Form lady grey, no green   with evil eyes

Done and be done


She sits face to face

Sits on the company

Blade raised in vivid

She burns the witch 


Comes to the hag

 her flesh below the pig


run for open ground

never aware how long it had lasted

 or  how close it had been 

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◄ Time slip

Queen Enough For You ►


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