Constance Saxmous…

Constance did not say a word but closed her eyes as she began the enchantment, verses of a language beyond the days of the Muelves’ supremacy--before the land of saints. Baneful magic that disrupted the brilliance of the uchawi. She uttered it as the room began to lighten up---a gray color resembling rain clouds across … Continue reading Constance Saxmous…

Friday Night Poetry Corner #241

Good evening and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week I am featuring one of my pieces which messes with the theme of dualism. Maybe?? Enjoy and thanks again for visiting this part of my world. If nature were to marvel I wish upon the midnight moon,Essence of sound,Silence of boomWhispering is like … Continue reading Friday Night Poetry Corner #241