She Paces with Wicked Steps – Poem

Every now, into then, Eats at Winter soul slept For bread, of Love’s mourn, Bereft those who’ll drown. Through an evening’s prayer, Flows down, somber gray stone, One weak pitch, of voice, Of yours, that peeled choice. Cruel, has your mind become. And with our loving eyes, Hurling bright, dismal honey. No taint high from…

The Loathing of Thy Eye – Ballad – Love

The Loathing of Thy Eye, Drowned dignity away. As my heart to be pierced, By the edge of your filth. To tell tales of affection, Was to you, pleasantry. An eye, which to me appeared, As the sharpness of hatred. I spoke, with rigidity in tongue, To no one, who’d offer their heed. “Go! Sweep…

Alana’s Bread – Ballad – Mythical

Alana, a tree dropped fruit, With their slender stems. Each, was of her. Her scent was of petals, Yet, they were dying. Alana, trapped in a tree, One, who’d been cursed. One, whose heart lingered. Seeped into decay, Her wishes were of, This loathing, dismay. It was in form, a blessing, Sent down from above….

Cassandra – Ballad – Passion

By your red. By your bulk, Of feline scents. Your desires taste, The wet wind. You crawl upward, To heaven, Once laying beneath, A crippled church. No longer tired, This airy frailty. Your feet of white, Land upon, The mire below. Cassandra, with eyes, Somber eyes, Of emerald green. The grass seemed playful. To gift…

The Stable Grace – Ballad – Love

The sensible grief, That turned upon a leaf, Never clung to the tree, For the world to see. Your lonely heart, departs, From the soul, of me. I saw, the mark on your face, Revealing sadness, in place. I view, the sights you saw, Of every, meager flaw. Here, the moon raises, to a peak,…

The Furthest from Two Homes – Black Moth in a Garden

Oh 1902, merely two fragments of a decade escaping the degradation of a revolution. For in France, only the good lay down their weapons in salutation, in hopes for a brighter tomorrow. Even screams turn into the echoes of laughter, and songs of joyful children warm the golden sun. If we cry for eternity, we…

One Silver Pail – Ballad – Love

As slender, a waist may be grasped, Beauty dropped its weight whole, Upon the ballroom’s floor. What hair sparkled red! What cheeks, white with dread! I had thought you dead! But a wicked tongue stays with me. I sought to examine the night, Fit with the anguish of blight. The claws of my fingers, Knew…

Give Naught to My Riches – Ballad – Poor

Here to lay, Beneath the forest’s oak. Time could tell, What will remain of ruin. If the empty clouds depart, to the west, I would allow a tune, To erupt, from my breast. There, to hold an infant in arms, Twelve months, did it weep. It told me merry songs, None which I’d surely keep….

The Absence of Innocence

She was young and spritely. Such is revealed at an age this decadent; Diane, with tasseled bangs and cheeks of a solid pink hue. She is glamorous under the rays of the sun, a lone girl standing in a field of countless dandelions. From the highest tree, if one should climb to that height, this…

The Grief Morning Gives – Ballad – Passion

The anguish, revealed by many, Knows not of pleasures taken, As should be surprising. Yet, your eagerness resolves me. I was blinded by youth, Blinded by the miseries of war, Ongoing battles in our hearts. One morning, left the farewells open, By a bird, left to rot. We knew not of the weeping, angels gave,…

Her Angelic Sombrous Place – Ballad – Loss – Poem #2

In simplicity of revulsions, There was joy in her eyes, One, who cared for nothing more, ‘Cept for an echoed cry. For this, I had given her place, Within my poor certain heart. Of my meager desires, She offered no surprise, By the voice that carried, Her, through the earth. She stole the fragrance from…