Here is Monday’s piece of Mye. I hope you all either continue to enjoy it or begin to enjoy it!
He stands shock-eyed and laughs
As a Siren dives for flesh.
Peace-limp limbs sharply contrasts
With their bloody desire to thresh.
Each goblin screams a pitch
Higher than the sweet sisters,
As the latter seek to hitch
Each tooth to red gold which glisters.
Tomorrow comes a stand alone poem, or perhaps a hymn; I’ve not quite decided yet.
Wishing you all a happy reading,