Whimsy's Edge
A dance of shadow and peril
By night she moves
In and out of shadow
Silver drips down
Moon high above
Her smile so fair
Coyness her method
How she inspires
Notions of love
Lips so luscious
Gardens are jealous
Eyes like the sky
After the rains
Hair black as ravens
Lost in the tangles
Heart cold as winter
I’m fallen again
Her laugh a rhythm
Of bells intertwined
Her moves a dance
Of nomad taboo
She winds around
Entrances those near
Be careful, you’ll find
Your soul is tattooed
There’s no escape
When she sings you her song
You would not wish
Even if it were true
For she is goddess
Of all that is wrong
You’re now held tight in
Her magnanimous view
—Liora
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@Annaiah love ❤️ talk Thanks so much for sharing my work. I truly appreciate it💜
This felt like a spell — the way you let her dance blur shadow and desire, danger and delight. I love how your lines pull us into that liminal space where whimsy becomes peril, and yet we still want to follow. Enchanting and sharp all at once.