Bewitched Healer 5 of 8

The land lucked a clear vision Ideas passed around Got lost in shitty thoughts Meant to be kept safe and sacred. Neither hope Nor a single ounce of expectation Twiddled the lands, skies, Or shiny textures of foreign intruders. The Healer, Never wanting responsibility Handed powers Of the land and its belongings To the spirits,…

Raveled Nativity: 4 of 4

On an Isle, I was born I ran for miles and hours, it was thrilling An ancestor said, I was a son of a bitch, I liked it A child said, I was Tinkerbell, I felt offended For the devil’s sake, the child was banished And its beaming rays, burnt its natives On an Isle,…