False Gems

Sapphire flames, unquenchable.
Indigo depths unceasingly hungry,
Vibrantly powerful,
Deceptively beautiful.

Symphony of Discord

Screeching horns,
Mental flack,
Scraping nails across the black...

Self Ruin

Foolish man,
O despicable knave!

Soul Flight

The tune is beautiful,
Full and vibrant.
It hums through the air,
Flowing like a warm wind,
A gentle zephyr,
Caressing the ears
Of those willing to listen.

Faerie Trail

Succor

Imploring cry,
Upturned palm,
Begging eyes,
Pleading psalm. Ω

My Enchanting Gamble

When the old becomes new,
When familiar no longer is,
When one path becomes two,
When minds no longer kiss.

Will-o'-the-Wisps

Flying, soaring, intertwined;
Resonance, dissonance, all combined.
Ribbons of color twisting round,
Midst dusky skies can be found.

Farewell Africa

Farewell, sweet Africa,
Vibrant flavor fleeting,
Lips left with nostalgic savor.

Waves of Words

Pages turn to the sway of the sea,
Another wave rolls,
Another chapter closes.
Tranquil futures reflect
Like stars on dark mirrors,
Bright hopes by which to guide.

Ebony

Where corpses tread
And phantoms grasp,
Where ghosts stand
And skeletons gasp;
Stands the matriarch of animated death.

Great arms spread,
Powerful and dark,
Embracing dead land,
Sentinel of the stark,
Protecting her children of living death.

Exceptions to EVERY Rule

    Many have heard the comment, the passing, almost casual remark of: "There are exceptions to every rule." Despite being tritely used, this principle nevertheless holds true. Surrounding this idea, however, exists a mind boggling paradox.

Walls of Gray

Within the weary walls of gray,

Where scarce appears the light of day,

Where smiles or laughs do not alight,

Where one can sense the devil's spite,

Appear the withered, wasted faces

Of those who yearn for God's good Graces.

The dying living, the living dead,

Those who know the fate ahead.

Prone and filled with endless pain,

Their cries create a dirge-like refrain,

Their groaning, moaning, intertwining

Death's morbid symphony all combining.

Pain and Agony stalk the halls,

Coughs and cries like echoed footfalls.

Sunken dark eyes filled with fear,

For weeping and screaming is all they hear.

Inherited Sorrow

Why, willow, dost thou weep?
What great sadness dost thou bear?
What burdens thy branches so,
That they droop like mourning arms,
Reaching for a lost hope?

Luminous Waves 2

They come!

Rising from the depths,

Racing for the sandy steps,

Multitudes climb.

They come.

Surging upward,

Soaring through the waves,

Brilliant faeries gather.

Luminous Waves

Kirk's Moon

O celestial being of stolen light,
Light so deviously ta'en from the sun,
Dost thou steal all thy majestic glory?
What other unbelonging joys light thee?