About the Queen

They call me Ellis.

I was not crowned by any mortal hand.
I simply woke one morning with moss in my hair,
thorns in my voice,
and a crown of moonlight that no one else could see.

I rule the half-lit places...
the hour just before dawn,
the space between heartbeats,
the quiet that follows a confession.

I collect soft spells and sharper truths.
I write what the forest whispers when it thinks no one is listening.
I love the way wild things love:
without permission, without apology, without end.

Some say I am dangerous.
Some say I am kind.
Both are correct.

If you have found your way here,
it is because something in you already knew the path.