Dark, Horror, Micropoetry, Poetry, Tanka, Writing

Prophecy of Salvation

On raven black wings, The holy mother descends Promised salvation, A lonely light at the end Dark prophecy is fulfilled

Fantasy, Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Writing


Soon, I descend into a familiar world Soft sheep prance upon fields of forest green, Ivory fleece bouncing with each bound A jubilant breeze drifts through, Winding around every living being, It reaches out with spectral fingers