The Sleeper and the Witch

With spit and blood, he trespassed into a coupled dream; soiling lips and breaking spells.

“I’ll make you princess of men and land, my prize,” he said.

She smiled into thieving eyes, thinking, When the Blue Moon illumines the heavens, my Witch will rise through thorns, and we’ll make you prince of pain and rot.

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Flash 55 Plus!) and Magpie Tales 281

The Sleeper and the Witch

49 thoughts on “The Sleeper and the Witch

  1. I enjoyed the fact that we just had a blue moon end of July and your words fit the image like a glove. 55 precise words at that. Bravo!

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