Kumiho

Darkness unfolds 
I am deaf and blind 
Stuck between the unknown worlds
I do not yearn for the bright
Hence, I should have stayed 
In my den unharmed 
But I am puzzled, mystified
My wild Mothers, untamed Sisters
Your shelter I decline
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Come Autumn 
I am hunger and desire 
I am trapped
My furs are fire
I loose my faith
I am envious and greedy 

I am hate
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**The beautiful imagery for this poem was done by my dear and very talented friend Margarita Babenosheva. See more of her photography here or follow her personal account on Instagram for other updates

Forest Queen

I was born beyond the woods
The willows were my darling home
The oaks mothered my wild nature
The nymphs has raised me as their own

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Untamed I wandered
And stumbled before His hunting 
He did not wince but once
With his cold hands he aimed 
He did not capture creatures since
His last pursue he claimed 

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First arrow pierced me in the shoulder
I did not bleed but I have flinched
His second arrow stabbed the trees
His third brushed up against my heart
His last has put me on my knees 

*This is a little spoiler for my upcoming book; keep track of other projects or have a cup of visual delights daily on my Instagram account

**The beautiful imagery for this poem was done by my dear and very talented friend Margarita Babenosheva. See more of her photography here or follow her personal account on Instagram here for other updates

Mystic Queen

I was born beyond the fields
Filled with silver leaves and weeds
Uranus with his brother Saturn are my guidance
I seek enlightenment in them… 
Silence
It is the spirits with the scream of owls 
Coming to defend my soul
That is when you walked in
Aimless, yet so whole
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And just when you believed in my surrender
I will not flame
For I am the Mystic Queen
To your own horror
This story will take its turn
Since I am the daughter
Of the witches you did not burn

*This beautiful imagery was done by my dear friend Margarita Babenosheva. Take a look at her photography here or follow up for more updates at her personal account on Instagram. 

Ice Queen

I was born beyond the snow
Among the icicles you will never know
The snowflakes are my sisters
The frost
Is covering my soul 
And shields me from all the winters

My piercing cold
I wear it as armour
The blizzards rise
The wicked snowstorms collide 
And all that happens by my sight

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*The illustration was done by my dear and very talented friend Ksenia Sapunkova. If you would like to see more of her creative work from the 'Riders' collection just click here. Her beautiful paintings and prints are also available for purchase here. 

You Will Fall

You will fall
I promise
Like a Godess 
With all my sneaky ways
And passion
I’ll lure you in undoubtedly
On that day in August
I’ll bow to you
My head as low as dust
My madness at its wildest

You will fall
My wicked charms will beat the ones before me
Poor things have tried so many times
With lust on fire 
And no signs of dignity
I pity them 
Sincerely

You will fall
I swear
Before my witnesses
And when you do 
I’ll strike
With all my force
My fury will sweep off your feet
Without balance on your knees
You’ll beg for mercy while you bleed

My smile
The last you see of
My heart
As cold as stone
And you will pray
To all the Gods you have ever heard of 
For heartache
To be unknown

*This beautiful illustration was done by my dear friend Ksenia Sapunkova. You can see more of her illustrations from the series "Look Into Me Now" here or purchase the book "Look Into Me Now: a book of abandoned things" here.

Ganor Dominic

The Story

Take One

Once upon a time
a Princess lived a lie,
She wore the flowers in her hair,
With sadness and despair.
The crystal shoe was not her fit
The Damsel dreamed of freedom, 
As luck would have it
She got deserted Kingdom.
She danced and laughed 
And kicked the earth...
But wait... That doesn't sound right,
There was no Princess
But a charming Knight.

Take Two

Once upon a time
a Knight daydreamed of life,
Where his sublime was not denied 
Existence so divine...
That all the Gods would sigh. 
With the quote on his foot
He would rescue the weak,
With the face on his boot
The freedom he'd seek.

But wait...
The shoe, the quote, its all a blur...
There was no charming Knight,
A fair child and no Sir, 
That sounds almost right.

Take Three

There once lived a child,
So pure and dear,
An angel wild,
With no touch of evil.

The child had a dream:
With each day a new beginning
With the mind so bright
A fairytale with winning.
The child refused to stop,
Until the shoes were ruined
For a dream one must fight
Take a deep breath and hold tight. 
This tale is madness
Yet, one must agree,
There is not but a clue...
Could this child be you?

*See the beautiful footwear creations by my talented friend Anna here, or follow her London-based brand Ganor Dominic on Instagram here. 

The Flowers In My Head

I pray to spirits for your own sake
You have been evil, brute what may
My heart exposed to your pretence
But I will hide my wounds that ache
In your defence
You have been burned 
It’s plain to see
Your heart is stormed
The numbness I cannot deny
Whoever made you be this way
Has wrecked you after Her goodbye

I pray to spirits for Her own sake
She must have loved you when she walked away
Since you are still a victim of Her gaze
It will be me who does the chase
And I will not accept defeat 
Until the truth destroys my grace
And I will be the one to burn
My heart as wrecked as yours 

I pray to spirits for my own sake
For all of this I yet to know

Today I live in torturous deceit 
My heart, my mind are all in bloom
Those lovely stems are intertwined 
The flowers sprout
Their colours blind 
I pray to spirits for my own sake
For all of this I yet to know
And when I do 
The flowers will give up to grow.

*This beautiful imagery was done by my talented friend Margarita Babenosheva. Take a look at her photography here or look out for more updates at her personal account on Instagram. 

The Hunt

I’m on a hunting spree
It burns inside of me 

I want to break your skin
Engrave your sins within

I want your spirit burned
And have your lessons learned

I want to harm your soul
And bury it in soil 

I want to set you free
So I can drown you at sea

I want your nature ache
Or poison you and break

I want to steal your heart
With my bewitching art

I’m on a hunting spree
You got the best of me

You hide and seek 
But I’m too weak

I’m on a hunting spree
But you are a clever breed

You can’t be caught 
With just one shot

You drive me mad.

You are that something,
I never had.

*This beautiful imagery was done by my talented friend Margarita Babenosheva. Take a look at her photography here or follow her personal account on Instagram for more updates.