Friday, December 11, 2009 at 2:35pm
...the Carousel began to screech and move again...and the illusions of disturbances moved with It, but without Her...She walked until the rain stopped and She stood at the mouth of the ocean...Dawn's Face Upon It...She recognized it, chisled into a scape so windy, so cold...so cut into the clouds...Golden December Sun...Just over the blustery horizon...the smell of salt and rust heavy in the Winter air...
~The Red Queen~
Since I have been writing and publishing The Red Queen as a fan driven page on Facebook, I realize that my site here needed an upgrade to support all the new and upcoming work this year, 2011. I wrote my first entry to The Red Queen in September of 2009 and have been updating ever since. So its only natural that I would want to have a home place for Her here, so that who ever happens to come by can meet Her here as well! Thank you for reading, and I will be updating this page with The Red Queen's Whispering of Poetry and Prose.