Snap Dragons

They snarl, hackles raised at the thought of disrupting their nest.

No words can ease their discontent,

even from their own kin.

Order must be kept,

no rules bent, all traditions adhered too,

though hurt has entered the childling’s heart

and it must suffer through.

Wild hunt

The riders churn up the sodden grass. Horses snorting, ragged breaths. The eclipse baths them in amber fire, not unlike that catching in their minds from the fear. Close, even-handed, promising a kiss. The trial failed. People didn’t believe in the grand scales of justice. The colour palette of skin, limb, mind and faith squashed ever tighter by the notches of authority. The moon breaks free of the shadow. The sun is always watching.

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