She carrys revenge on her shoulders
Heavy as a winter’s cloak
Broad sword hangs by her side
Her only friend
Breath like blood and smoke
Silence is her voice
Eyes as bright and big as summer sunflowers
Watching her enemies
Her touch as soft as fur
Or as sharp and cold as her steel friend
She moves with slow purpose
Waiting for the perfect moment to…
This is a poem I wrote for/about one of my characters… is that weird?
Anyway… I found it in a notebook and thought I’d post it now while my brain is still mushy.
I’m on the mend. I just have to get back into the swing of things now xxx hugs to you all