From a Mistress Craftslady, Yaskhan – (Yassy)


From slumber, cries arouse me The clock shows the hour, so wee Tonight, the stars give no light The moon, eclipsed from sight Secrets, the night’s darkness holds The day veils, never unfolds Stillness of silence broken A cry from the heart, spoken Echoing in my ears. Lament filled with sorrow, fears Nightmare or broken […]

via forbidden tears — yaskhan

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