brave new world
𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘥 POETRY
careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
modernity quivers in the shadows of antiquity's gods • © sianna okaat 2017 • p744-130917
the gods are dying, mortality running through their veins. skytaints | all rights reserved ©
"GOD SAVE ANYONE WHO STANDS IN HER WAY." Even the painters couldn't capture the kind of darkness with which she made an empire bow. • winner of thefaefolk's book of the month • © sianna okaat 2017 • 284 in fantasy • 5 in #tarot •
LIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)