Fragments of present day lie, Harried, they all scream “fie!”, I stand and blatantly lie, They only wanted to be free! Appalled, the jury looked at me, “Free from captivity, a life forlorn,” Said I and looked unto the jury, “Thou art a devil in this town!” -Yelled Marie; her voice torn.
December Hue
A single chirp in the unperturbed sky, Not much to see, not much to feel, Not much to hear, the lark sings “no fear”, As it flew a solitary flight, a willful fight, Dauntless in winds cold and sharp, Zealous in song and a song in mirth, Of hope, as a merciless sleet Swept across... Continue Reading →
The Bartender
Come, Take a seat, Tell me good sire, What would you like? A drop of ale old, expensive, Or wine deep red? To Quell sorrow deep-seated Or to wipe away a weary day? I am your host, with a cloth filthy. Tell, Have a drink, Fret not good sire, The night is yours to... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 