You have this way with words, it seems. Or perhaps words have a way with you, shaping into something more than words.

And again this is the pain, I feel. Sad, a beautiful haunting.

"He who smiles at storms." Captivating opening line.

"Warns the lovers to unravel." How terribly interesting. I love your use of the word "unravel" here. This mane sounds like a male-version of 'The Fates.'

"He who smiles at the Basque moor." Lovely allusion. The writing here is quite archaic (in a good way). I like it.

The 'moon earring' stanza is my favourite; it's masterful indeed!

"Azure usherette." Oh my. The alliteration here is just delicious.

Keep up the excellent work, Juliet. :)

I'm going to interpret this as two lovers who are seperated because this young man happens to be a soldier or hunter of some sort and he doesn't wish to taint his delicate sweetheart with his work? XD. Yeah, laugh if you like but I love how your work always gets me thinking.

This is beautiful, I especially love the last four lines:

'he swallows a golden axe,

azure usherette,

smiles upon the words that

broke him.'

Brilliant work and keep it up! :D

XD

like I said before, you have an amazing talent to shape words into whatever you want them to be. I love the first stanza- its very original and memorable. And the last line, oh dear, quite powerful. It's blunt, and I mean that in the best possible way. this is another treasure you have here.

much love,

HtS