The elven knight went riding with banners alizarin as berries in snow, his face wan, lovesick longing. Haunting his dreams was a snow-laden lass, fair as a dying rose, iced into clarity by shattered glass. In twos, in threes, went the Faerie Court, bells on toes, Gabriel’s Hounds baying in the wasted harrow,…
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Eurydice-Allister Nelson
Flowers rot in my hands, on the banks of Charon. My melody of asp bite is the strangest marriage bed. A hiss, a cadence, of bones dancing to Stygian flow. But I feel at home here, amongst asphodel and shades. True, Orpheus played the lyre like the world would never fade away,…
Apollo’s Wolves – Allister Nelson
Murder, cold, written like fingernails that splintered off under weirwood, through fairy stones, see witch’s mark. Only a deal with the Devil speaks truth. Death’s gall she wrote, death’s sword she spoke. And the haints were close, and the bells closed in, and that wicked pianoman with his smuggler’s fingers plinked out a melody like…