A young man stands still in the Soothsayer’s shack “It is not strength, but patience you lack” , the seer says beneath a tattered hood in a drafty cabin to the north of the wood The knight huffs and turns upon his heel but stops…

Snow falls onto a castle spire and a princess sits, near burned by the fire Peasant children play in the grounds below but it’s not a pleasure the princess knows Her hands are gentle, soothed by fragrance and oil Bathed in milk and honey, she…

Two wanderers stop where the dirt paths merge She is coy, curious; He is brave, bold Eyes catch and fall ignorant to the sun winking behind the trees He, from the East and Her, the West seek out the North and South but carelessness has…

Atop the hill he stood, steadfast, immovable revered by the castle and the land beneath its spires Bards spun tales of his skill, his grace, and the wounds that would lead him to his cave He peers out from within the rock face, motion slowed…

Naked, I bathe in the glow of still, solemn rays that, like me, have boldly chosen to rise again I am golden in the early hours, the wispy bits of daylight before dreams disrupt in the fullness of day This moment is my own, stolen…

The twang of a lute summons all to the maiden though there are rumors, suspicions that it is not her words, nor song, nor beguiling dance that brings attention to her show It is the glimmer in her eye, the rose in her cheek, a…

Bronzed skin catches dying light Muscles flex, heaving, at the end of the chase Her breath slows, though she sits anxious still She waits for the wood to darken– she moves best in the moonlight A familiar bush sits to her left and she smirks,…

Coins fall through a poorly sewn pocket, and clatter dully on the cobblestone. An opulent, imposing carriage rolls thoughtlessly over the copper. The Lord and Lady inside peer out, eyes locking with the friendly layman’s soot streaked smile, though they prefer distance over satisfied curiosity….

I cling to mountain rock weary from fruitless migration. Wind tussles my feathers, bids me unwelcome. Ancient oak whispers of wisdom, promises peace. Coquettish waves push and pull, winking an invitation. I release my talons and dive into the open air. I seek guidance in…

Chalices of legend jeweled, coveted, rare pour their contents slowly into the pungent Earth Water, ageless yet eternal waits for the emboldened traveler Wine, refined by time is fickle in its wisdom Blood, precious but reluctant flows freed from splitting skin   The chalices empty,…