I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words… Continue reading Words of a Melting Candle
On a dark twilight, over the hills for the life of me, in fear and vain, I fled as Death rode behind in a suit of armour - then beat me, and slayed me dead. He marched away as I did rewake to the sounds of the hoofbeats of the mare and kneeling, renewed, did… Continue reading Death
O howling wind lead me back home don't let me roll like aimless stones, like dust, dissolve in ancient seas, or forgotten, revolve in galaxies... Speak of words that guide me - whispers of truth, of eternity... Lead me where I find myself; a solemn prayer in love, to dwell... O howling wind, lead me… Continue reading O Howling Wind!
A certain numbness, a certain death, has always resided within my soul, and sometimes I can feel its heart beating… feel the numbness, hear death beat with a life of its own- a certain morose, yet regenerative kind of life- lying so close beside the fresh, vivacious, carefree part of me, that to smother one,… Continue reading INDIFFERENCE
A blood red rose, in her leafy abode, bloomed guarded by a fort of thorns. A slimy green toad, into her garden one night stole, crushing her petals in pursuit of a worm. The worm stuck in his throat; he lay dead on the mossy moat; to be cast away by the gardener next morn.… Continue reading ON LIFE AND DEATH