Lyra my love, hath thou no mercy?
For death suits the forgiven, thou hast forgotten
A wrathful plague harvests mine soul
Into darkness deep whilst a ghoul crawls
From my nostrils a pitch black fog to eternity falls
Disenchanted in thy eyes, a feebling, I echo in thy soul
Nevertheless it is but thou in a snow blanket covered of rose red foul
And thine eyes, a loathing declaration of a war lost
I curse thine early valediction and plight thee then
A haunting mist to wander for the unpardoned again and again ”
Author of six published books, 2 in English, one upcoming fantasy novel in English “MaXistra:Tales of Fortune” to be published abroad. Childhood and adolescence in Spain. Prizes for creative writing.