Shadows stir and seasons shift time moves ’til all is mystery and mist and memory ever distant, all truths becoming subject to myth 6/19/2020 ©Debbie Berk 2020
The Sacred Souls Of Darkness
A full, blood moon, sipping my witch’s brew trying to conjure a bit of magick from these wounds as the ravens swoon, whispering to me the secrets of all their darkest, most beautiful and haunting truths while they offer me comfort, insight and maybe even a little healing too July 8 2020 © Debbie Berk…
A Night Without Mercy
An apocalyptic moon, ravens on a leaky roof and a dark rain pouring through the ruins of these dilapidated hopes, a shelter that never truly was as the darkness devours the frailty of truths with the deep hunger of wounds ever in need of a soul to feed on, watching without mercy the tender flesh…
Unheard
The Empty of words speaking the deeper hurts of all that remains unspoken, Unheard No rhyme, no reason, no message or meaning just endless time rewind, pause collect the losses scream the silences, hush the truths keep the darkness hid accept the lie that this too is a gift that to survive is to surrender…
