This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Moonlight graces naked contours,Pale blue satin draping sun-kissed silk.Scudding shadows traverse their wayOver smooth terrain withCold, thick light upon baking earth.The clumsy gods grab...

Dark Amnesty

"an opposite pov story"

I awake from a deep sleep, dark dreams of him. I don't see you. I am still half asleep, but can smell you. An ice cold chainmail single tail whip presses against my throat. My body pinned to the bed...