With fingers bare and wrinkles shown
Much less is little known
With hands under cloak and shroud
A death a day is what is vowed
A figure in the darkest night
Weakens the soul from out of sight...

A mouth opened, and a whispered name
The lungs of one are fully drained...
The hands of the named now ice cold
The cause and reason are withhold

A widow stands at the grave site now
With eyes red and a wrinkled brow
Who knows what time will tell
But her name too will be whispered well

Why fear the darkness for the night brings dreams and a yearning of a kingdom for which man can fly and a lovers kiss warms the soul itself.

What gives us wisdom but what the blind see
What gives us knowledge for the mute hold the answer
What gives us truth for the deaf hear it so well...

The night is a wondrous thing for its only companion is fear....and fear its greatest weapon.

From the darkest corners of my soul
To the broken boarders of my heart
I find myself lost in darkness
From what was once an experience with familiarity so clear
That a blind man could paint on canvas...
is now but figments of broken memories
With sadness so deep that no sonnet could convey the depths of my despair
I find myself in the company of an angel's kiss, a demon’s touch.

A cheer to the fallen...a cheer to their name...For the soldiers of England is who are to blame. A sip of old whisky... a sting in the throat...for every glass emptied is another name wrote.

With shallow graves we find the nameless
With each shovel of dirt we bury the truth
For the past is forgotten and the future unknown
The darkness is our blanket

Where lies a field of unblossomed flowers and unplanted trees in what man stands alone?…

Where lies the final season, where the unblossomed flowers grow? In what field do these trees stand?

Where a wind is the hand of God…gentle will it let us fly like pollen gold in the bright day's sky.

Our souls are like the patterns on the backs of birds...and the secret of our innocence lay in their reflection...

for the blind see what we glance at...
the deaf hear the truth...
and the mute repeat it.