Down, down, down lay me down in the garden of evil beneath waning moon let night chill our flesh silence the days complaint with songs of wildlife consorts.
We become real when the artificial world number sequence falls away to stretching of bones and dancing of skin suits claw, fang, fur exposed.
I morph into golden eyed sphinx my false knight wields stolen spear and shield. Shall I grant entrance devour lie as riddle complete avert my gaze, continue ignore truths of our tangled situation?
Hi! I write poetry and short stories under the pen name Carmilla Dawn. I’m a bookworm, music, and tarot enthusiast. When not writing, I can be found goofing around with my husband and kitty Freya, hanging out with my online sisters and friends, playing solo ttrpgs, jamming out to tunes, and binge watching videos on YouTube.
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