Sheebag and Sheemore
A folk piece…one for the books.
The Enchanted Court
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A folk piece…one for the books.
Story woven in sands of time.
A dance to yearnings.
Once I danced in crimson
Between the veil and the melody, a thousand kingdoms rise and fall with the movement of the court dancer.
She danced as Scheherazade once spoke: one story at a time, keeping the night itself enchanted. Her body was the syntax, the music her ink. With every dip and swell, she spun a vivid folklore out of thin air, leaving her audience suspended in the spaces between her steps, begging for the dawn.
Crimson Chambers a rose pressed between pages, a whispered temptation, a wound you return to willingly.
A Million Ways…a song for the hopeless romantics, the midnight dreamers, and those who have ever loved someone in a thousand different ways, all at once
I’d walk a thousand miles.