spirals of light

fell through your window

illuminating the gold

in your hair,

and perhaps you were right when you

said you were an elf;

for you were both beautiful and distant

and ever so cold—

but i don’t think every elf should be

so cruel

you were clearly born to ones raised by wolves

for you only saw light in me and sought

to tear it apart

so i could be thrust on oblivion’s wings

like you,

but i refused;

so in turn you forgot me and killed the person i once

was in the cruel winter of your smile.

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About the Author:

Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. Her poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has three published chapbooks A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press – June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon – January 2014), and If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016). Her fantasy novel Blood & Magic was published in March 2015. The second novel of this series Dragons & Magic was published in October 2015. The third of the seven book series Centaurs & Magic was published November 2016. Her novels Corvids & Magic and Phoenix Tears are forthcoming.

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