Reflections of ElderSong

Plunge into the pensive depths of ‘Reflections of the ElderSong’, where crone’s sorrow and sprite’s innocence entwine. Imperfections are woven with grace, revealing truth’s clasp— The mirror mirrors the soul’s timeless ascent. The ancient crone gazes, her eyes carrying eons of sorrow, In the tarnished mirror’s embrace, past and present …

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Dirge of the Abyssal Wretch

In briny depths, a piscine wretch adrift, Poor ne’er-do-well, amidst the shadows sighed. Beneath a veil of Stygian waves, he’d writhe, Entangled ‘mongst fate’s barbed nets, denied, Sardonic dance, wherein abyssal depths he died.