Bonesplinter Ravine poetry is a way of taking life by the throat

she comes closer, watchful. intent.
maul notices the subdued fire stretched around
dark pupils, held up by honey
mostly he just notices scars.

he was not one to let his mind
drift to violence, or utilize cruel predilection
all the same he thinks he sees in her
more predator than woman.

he keeps his impressions to himself
and the smile remains open
a beacon of good faith
or blindness

he wants to say something profound
like "well met" or "hale stranger"
but the words flutter away from him like leaves
and he's left only with

"hello."