Twin  vipers on
the windowsill
chasing  young
******  moons
send a  shadow
       off  to fetch  me      
gnashing  gears
'tween ink  skin
  skewing   snake
  tales  so that the
  venom      won't
   kiss   my   cheek
  g o o d n i g h t .

↚ I speak to you ↛
of
⥉ copper coins above ⥉
and
⬺ fish bones ⤕
⥏Tell me the difference⥑
between
⥊ lore ⥋
and
↫ lust ↬
⤲ Isn’t the truth ⤲
altered in both?

*Don't leave.

.
Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite,Ͽ
>< >< ><
Chinking at your heartstrings,
can you hear
it
շfreezing?շ

>< >< ><

A blush to
your snowy skin
and so you
stop
⇷breathing⇸

>< >< ><

A eyelash brushes away
a century,
a blink knocks out
two more.

>< >< ><

Fetching back a inked paw,
hear me rapping (oh so knocking)
on
your
selladore?  (cellar door.)

>< >< ><

Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite Ͽ
brush the stars from your hair.

Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite Ͽ
Words and blotches are unfair.

But then again,
scatter your inkheart, dragon boy.
.

Wolves don't play for keeps, they play for kills.

It is I who signed the contract,
A pledge of service
I ended my loyalty to my pack
I traded my royal fur for a pelt of fleas and mange,
Soaked with blood and ridden with scars.
A once noble leader heeded to the feet of men
My once padded paws were now too raw to scab over,
My prideful fangs now chipped and cracked
Tail between my legs
My ribs showing their attachment
My ears cut off
To show a dog of war
My head once held highest above them all
Now hung low in defeat
I had to watch cautiously,
They could lash out at anytime
Raking their daggers in my side
I was once a proud wolf
But I vowed my favor
Not knowing my eyes
Would lose their gold
And my soul
It’s value
That of royalty
Now bowed
To mortals
My pride
and pity
Was my
**Downfall

Ѫ Can Ѫ
Ꙋou
Ⴔ Wake Ⴔ
The
Փ Sleeping Wolf? Փ
<><><>
Θ Gravity Θ
( Centered )
ϴ Stars ϴ
\/ Aligned \/
<><><>
You are
ж My sense ж
⧭⧬ Of Conception ⧬⧭
<><><>
Ͼ  Lovers of moonlight Ͽ
շ In A Reign շ
Ӿ Of Cedar Ӿ
.::.Towers.::.
<><><>
||||| Shake |||||
Oh
||||||||| Shake |||||||||  
● Nail ●
Me
⥀ To the ⥁
_Floor_
<><><>
In the
փ Book of the Lion փ
It's
⇷Raining⇸
Ψ Violence Ψ

Burning is something beautiful
Flames licking the air
Reaching
Trying to get ahold
Just a grasp
A handful of the night
It tries to hold it up
But
It has no real support
Yellow flames
Gold
White, and red
Orange and green,
Lowering to blue
Just like the Aurora Borealis
The coals smolder
When the fire flicks out
Embers glowing orange
Cinders
And
Ashes
All that's left is black and grey
Shale and ash
Coal black
Sparkling in the sun
It kills
It burns
It hurts
Everything in its path

Everything about fire
Is beautiful.

Misty
                           Mountains
          Glow                        
                ­            in the
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
tiger-lily                        
twilight.

Yin finds                                      
                  Yang,                                       ­                    
'neath the                   silver web.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I thought you hated spiders?"

"I do."
.