Beneath moist hanging moss, Galmar lay down his blade, Heaved a sigh, thrice, And cast a look outside. Apparitions, ghosts of slain men, Chatter of men slaughtered In moments of reckoning, Fed by shrouded avarice. Years aplenty lay ‘fore him, Yet death smiled at him, As had he smirked at those... Continue Reading →
The Worm and The Vine
Clinging to a fiendish vine, It squirmed to save a fall, Last sip of torrential wine, It flexed and tried to crawl. Trying to get a grip As death smiled discretely, A slender twig warped and nipped Around its fragile entity; One twitch followed by another, In vain; the hunter hurried, A battle lost but... Continue Reading →
Trial-IV
"Love is nothing but a fiend, To friend and foe alike, Sly, it creeps up and deepens Leaving the strongest fragile; What chance did I have, A damsel wooed passionately By this monster handsome 'n suave, Slipped under my gown discretely. Ye Hono' I musn't shed a tear, 'Cause the brave must be strong, Yet... Continue Reading →
Trial-III
“Yonder grew a pea, enclosed within the pod, It swayed in the wind and nothing seemed odd. By the clock’s ticking, the wind grew in intent, Gone past two hours, instead of the pod was a dent.” - Frank mused.
Trial-II
"To soar above paltry men, Away from narcissictic fracas, Right out of the damp hell, To breathe free again; Thus was a dream, Ye Hono' 'Tis but a favor, an act of gratitude, Too cursed a burden, heavy too, Have I relieved them of." - Spake I in earnest. "Rascal!" - Screamed Marie, yet... Continue Reading →
Trial-I
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 →
Father Shall Protect
Just an orifice at first, I feel queer at first, Then comes to fore lust, Combined with insatiable thirst. I know not what to do, Except tell father, “Not much ado,” But can I deceive the paternal Who knows my truth eternal? Then opened up the eye, My throat soon ran dry, As I stared... Continue Reading →
Ghost Reveries
Before the gates of perdition, Your blasphemous life of addiction, I see you wet and palpating, I am your dreaded ghost reveries. You see me not past the curtains, As you like a fool seek atonement, You feel me in the atmosphere, A shadow lurking within shadows despaired. You hear the hounds bay,... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 