The Curse of Helena

When moonless night the wind does blow  And curls your fist into  its bow. When arrow sharp my name appears To  slice through flesh of both your ears. When Fire’s warmth  on bended knee  Begs couple your heart’s savage freeze, And you deny, but shed a tear In memory of lost love so dear. WhenContinue reading “The Curse of Helena”

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