The next (preceding) part of the Justine epic. Thought I best try to write a start for the poem series (will it be an epic?). Hopefully you enjoy this one, and Part II will be on it’s way shortly.
Her reflection dances on water,
Leaping between the fallen leaves.
She lies contently on the bank;
The heroine asleep, deceives.
Her true form a veil for your eyes
So look not at her, but behind:
A seraph burning frozen hearts,
She sings “farewell” to lull the wind.