PRINCESS ZEVA
PRINCESS ZEVA The dark trees hiss and spit grey slime their bony claws stalk; green fangs mash reeds Eyes rage with fire; it sweeps pure realms. Fair Zeva bows thrice to bless her lake her child maids rise from star rimmed globes white souls of babes that fate dyed red. The holy girl casts a lily... Sign in to see full entry.