without a shelter to call her own,
poor familiar raven roamed her zone.
Tempest played her best one side,
warrior displaying swords beside.
Coins flipped together;
heads & tails both disappear.
2 sides they play,
vineyards creeping,
lovely slow-poison every night.
Meanwhile shadows dance,
breaking dreams, a lasting glance.
twilight breaks, accompanying dreams.
Footsteps prance across the floor,
midnight's child looking at the door.
Whimpers left unheard.
quietly returned,
uncertainty marks all landing.
