Saturday, January 21, 2017

They might well have been ...

Trying to slice past
belief with a
 knife that spoke in a language of its own.
Once upon a time,
as all fairies begin, 
in an old oak at the edge with all the rest of the folk.
There are things that bring danger,
and things that burn to be alive,
and there is much to be hunted in the end of such silence,
and there is Knife who 
will change their sentence.
Not with wand,
for that is an entirely different story,
and this is the story of, 

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