Meghann grew up in a small coastal town in Maine. She spent her days being homeschooled on the family farm, her favorite past time, was time being spent at the library, used bookstores, and nestled into her favorite book. Through her passion for reading unlocked her gift to write.
Hel
The skies turned,
The heavens burned.
The ravens soared,
The devil roared.
The skies bled.
The rivers ran red.
The ravens fled,
No longer deaths friend.
Ashes fell from heaven,
Down into hell below.
This new world there was no love,
Only death and blood.
The Devil watched this new Queen conquer,
Claiming the world as her own.
Her name was Hel,
And she was the Queen Now.
Pomegranate Seeds
Can’t you see?
The pomegranates are not safe to eat,
They’ll trap you here for half a year.
This place where darkness reveries,
And there is only fear.
Our home that you call hell,
Where the dead cry out.
This place of endless night,
Where there is not even a ray of light.
And yet you hesitate, with thoughts of staying here.
In this place that the common folk fear,
So my queen what shall it be?
Will this be your home?
Or will this be your hell?
It is time to choose now.
Daughter of Darkness
Dance with me demons below,
Bring the devil knocking at my door.
Let hell’s burning fires devour my soul.
Even when my feet ache,
And the knocking grows louder.
As my lungs fill with smoke,
Dance with me demons,
As darkness turns to daybreak.
As the words witch and hieratic are thrown my way.
Dance with me devil,
As the fire burns my body.
Claiming to cleanse me of sin,
And save my soul, from the devil in hell below.
Dance with me devil,
Dance with your daughter of darkness.