Angel’s Quill

A feather ~
from an Angel’s wing ~
Dipped in cardinal ink ~
Scribing ~
perfect verse ~
Across your perfect skin

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Winter’s Thief

The heavens hinted ~
a foreboding hue ~
For they knew ~
What was to come ~
The clouds cried ~
A requiem dark ~
And swallowed ~
The grieving Sun

Our moon then crawled ~
Onto its perch ~
To drown ~
in lover’s speak ~
It spied the ones ~
Mislaid as us ~
Robbed by the ~
Winter’s thief