Sunset

Tamara Jern
their days so numbered by a pact made in love.

hands bound with braided cord,

they stand at the edge of everything.

liquid fire caressing their forms,

traced in Hades' black, purple, and

blue lines drawn across the water,

rippling with thoughts of the nymphs they were

broadcast into Poseidon's Arms.

Published by Tamara Jern

I'm a geeky mom of one spirited child and wife to a gamer husband. Writing has been something that I've been doing on and off for around half my life and its always something that's cathartic, emotional, an...  View profile

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