
She hides the truth like
a ray of bubbles fading
into nothingness
© P. Bunnykins
She hides the truth like
a ray of bubbles fading
into nothingness
© P. Bunnykins
As light disappears
she will succumb again to
her usual demons;
the ones in the dark
and those found in the darkest
corner of her mind
© P. Bunnykins
In the deep abyss
where dreams become real, she waits
My nightmare awaits
© P. Bunnykins
“Drink or face your end.
Your world has lost the war, you
belong to us now.”
© P. Bunnykins
The gentle breeze blows
my secrets to the sea and
fades within the waves
© P. Bunnykins
A heart on its beak,
the raven brings warning: “The
witch hunter is dead!”
© P. Bunnykins
One day she’ll conquer
and rule her own Queendom, with
or without a king
© P. Bunnykins