Tag: greek
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[where darkness blooms]
Once, she was soft as meadow bloom,A girl who danced in dawn’s perfume.Her laughter wove with morning light,Unaware of fate’s quiet bite. He came like shadow draped in gold,A whispered storm, a grip too cold.The earth split wide beneath her feet—A love, they called it, bittersweet. But love should never wear a chainNor masquerade as…
amelia james poetry
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[underworld]
They told her darkness was a curse—A tomb where tender things grow worse.But when she sank beneath the ground,It wasn’t death that she had found. The quiet wrapped her like a song,A place where she could rest, belong.No prying sun to bare her pain—The dark became her soft refrain. She learned to love the velvet…
amelia james poetry
Amelia James Poetry 