A handfull of survivors wash ashore from a ship wreck in a strange new world. Two centuries later their descendants have populated the Islands they found and are now stri..
the soft melodic voice of the dark mistress speaks, the wielder of the pen of dark poetry writes once more on the decaying parchment of morbidity, spinning words of devilish mysteriies,beguilling us with the vowels of enchanted poetry.
wow you did it again my ears delight at yoour recites.
may the darknes be your cloak of protection in this cold dark October.
no really be happy
Vickie, this had me totally captivated and engaged. The sound of your voice and the choice of wording just kept me there. Lovely work and such visuals you have painted...
Love you much, spirit sister,
Amber "V"