A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

[English] #1 in puisi/ 8.11.18 #3 in poetry/5.11.18 #2 in poem/ 7.20.18 An anthology poetry. About heartbreak, mostly. Because love is like roses and thorns.

Have you ever felt like someone was watching you? A time where it was just you in your bedroom, but you didn't feel alone? Be wary of those shadows in the corner of your room, sheltering more than you think. Make sure nothing is hiding in your closet, waiting for you to turn your attention away to pounce. Check under your bed, you might be surprised by what you find. But never sleep because sleep is the cousin of death. Indulge yourself in the horrors that are birthed deep within your twisted minds.

Evil spirits. A cursed prince. Death itself in disarray. Iris just wants to go home, but fate has other plans for this young priestess and her odd companions. /// The land of Erinlin is dying, its ancient traditions choked out by the Kaerent church and its true priestesses, the Candlemaidens, increasingly regarded with fear and suspicion. All Iris wants is to tend her candles, win her shade battles, and chat with the spirits of her realm. But when she is torn away from her home by the Kaerent king, she learns that her country needs her to be far more than a typical Candlemaiden-- she must be as the legendary priestesses of old and walk through Death itself. *** Cover help from the awesome @ArdenBrooks. Special thanks to @rainersalt, @giveitameaning, and @piperjones033 !