Fiona Carpenter – Lone Wolves

The night before my wedding, I am restless and awakeThe fields yield ‘neath my form, wind wails over blades of greyBefore the feast and bedding and such liberties to takeBefore the village swarms, cries “Rejoice! Rejoice, we say!”It is not my betrothed I dread, he’s hardly hawk or snakeI’ve taken watch while he sleeps deep,… Continue reading Fiona Carpenter – Lone Wolves

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