Still in the night, Greetings light; From a distance, Defying any existence; Hushed whispers, Ruffling their whiskers; Floweth like a faucet, We call it a secret.
Death Tells A Tale
Hands covered in gore, Conscience needled with guilt, A mind laden with sorrow, A heart devoid of its beats. Prey of foolish anger, Hunted by swift fury, No judgment, no consciousness, Death carved another story. Brandished weapon in hand, Betrayal misconstrued by man, All hell hath broke loose Cannon fire in the head;... Continue Reading →
Anguish and Repentance
Trapped in a little corner of my room, I sat, shrouded in gloom, My face wrapped up in my shawl, That grew wet as tears down my face did crawl. My heart lay buried deep in sorrow, Beating slowly as hours led to the morrow, When my son shall face the gallows, My days... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 