Here we go round the bush
looking for presents left
the easter bunny has a blade
and I think he wants me

My cut throat easter bunny
your blooded blade don't make it funny
you want to chop and hack me to death
my evil easter bunny

I've seen you laying eggs
death traps in flower beds
you are one evil bunny
and you're gonna **** me

All I want is a bite
of that chocolate delight
not now rabbit stew
for human will now do


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Through the hedges across the roads
do the Frogs hop bound and go
this dangerous journey annually done
can be the last for the unlucky some

Back to the pools that they were born
to lay in waters amphibious spawn
still to negotiate are ploughed up fields
and hungry Crows who want their fill

Most travel at night
yet some still at day
green pancakes some look
on baked highways.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

It spun and fell
to earth to dwell
it's divine wings broken
blooded and forsaken
and tears fell from it's eyes
growing forests of forgiveness

Looking at the choked skies above
it watched that all that it loved
all the kind all the hope
fade in the deaths of his kin
nothing could it do
fire had ended it's legions

Picking up it's sword of justice
holding out it's slender hand
called for phoenixes day
a prayer for the calm
vowing to stay here
and to do no harm

It Dwells in the forest of forgiveness
in the realms of dreams
it's silver amour
still adored
and the city of God
still deep within it's heart

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I will be there to protect you
to fight the oceans of pain
have my broad shoulders to sit on
until you are well again.

I will be your shadow
your light at the end of the tunnel
I'll hold your hand and pray
one day, God would look your way.

My faith and heart are strong
home is where you belong
never should you ever die
lost we'd be, the kids and I.

The flowers in the garden
are now at full bloom
and never a day goes by
that I don't adorn your room.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Across the savannah carrying guns
and behind them, a poacher swings
he is a warning to others, to not come back
they had brought death and destruction
to those who made Elephant tracks

What was left in the wake of these poachers
were the carcasses of a whole herd
even the young that had little tusk
were hacked to death for fun
these travesties of man these poachers

These brave rangers will hunt them down
bring all their crimes to face justice
for the twenty they slaughtered
just for tusks and feet
****** tusks and feet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

My faith your wisdom
for my Lord I am ready
we who were left to guide
are now armed and ready to fight

To sing in the hills north of Babylon
where sparrows cheeped holy vows
this is the sight of light
one human kin world

Shine our star
call to us
open lost hearts
cleanse fear from their minds

Make pure our shield
to protect all that is light
all the good
and souls so bright.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Crawling through the undergrowth
looking for a moist retreat
for safeties haven in rotten logs
away from keen eyes and birds beaks

Lumbering slowly
as metamorphosis is soon
to become a beetle
that is guided by the moon

To find a mate is it's first duty
in the short time of it's life made complete
to make plenty their kind
these wriggling grubs beneath your feet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Whisper wind throughout the summer months
for there is no reason to shout your distraction
I hear your song within the emerald leaves
as you gently sway the branches of the trees

I close my eyes and smell your sweet odour
laying static on the ground in beds of clover
my land is now so green and full of contentment
humming warm melodies of peace intent.

These splendid days that are lazy and long
give docile eloquence to chattering bird song
such blue skies are prolific and truly divine
I could lay here for eternity in weather so fine.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In his study he sits contemplating
activities of this case at hand
with marvellous mind and fragile heart
talks to Watson as what is planned

His deerstalker hangs wet in the hallway
his cane in the hat stand below
he smokes ******* his pipe
Watson gets his gun, they are ready to go

Adorning their coats
Mrs Hudson appears
wishing them luck
whilst holding back tears

Out of Baker Street
they hail a Hanson
to Charing Cross
to pay Moriarty a visit

How many times Holmes, Watson sighed
have you crossed swords with this villain
My Dear Watson Holmes replyed
evil deeds must stop and I am willing.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

His cloak falls by his feet
for he now stands in brotherhood
his loyalty akin to theirs
for all here are brothers

Enlightenment shines in this most holy temple
learning and obedience of art
does flourish here
and all hearts are of pure thought

The night covers their meeting place
and they get to work on the world
sweet brothers whose blood is mine
and mine blood theirs

Make haste the requiem
make sure the progress
make sure brothers
and right this world


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The marble that adorned my temple
now cracks and shudders
the pillars now lean to fall
all that will be left will be rubble

Don't miss this foolish Joker
as he dances like a manic
soon he will ****** off
to be just food for crows

The frost of spring mornings
the chimes of teardrops
the mutterings of the poor
and the poor being me

If should kind circumstance
make haste to my pain
make my living a blessing
on the outland of time
then so be it


BY Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Another hunters moon descends
into the forest rich they call
fur coats of their own making
with eyes sharper then a fox

This timber land
this desolate kingdom
cold anarchy fit to the fit
and death to the old

This flurry in snow
this muffled wonderland
wooded is the domain of the lost
and howls to the call of the wild

Blue eyes in a moon rich sky
keen and on their mark
padding gently
stalking softly


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I am at the brink
at the brink of breaking
I am falling into the abyss
I beg you not to follow

It is what I asked of my lord
to die sweet in his arms
and now he holds his arms out
and to his glory I now go

I am blessed to know
my lord loves me
he has guided me
to his heart pure

My faith is unbreakable
my loyalty his glory
my sins are forgiven
in the sight of my Lord


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The Pillar of polite kindness
splits and falls before me
how rude some can be
how uncouth politic heresy

This is why I cry
this is why

Kind words cost nothing
and silence is Golden
every step a measure of heart
and the goodness of you

This is why I cry
this is why

Do not undermine my temple
do not take my rug of prayer
from under my fragile heart
and silver honesty

This why I cry
this is why


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There she is my pride and joy
her oak deck glimmers in the sunlight
been nearly a year in dry dock
repairs new paint work the lot

My crew have been chewing at the bit
ten months without putting to sea
today is a wondrous day
with crew 10 men strong

Ropes released and out of Portsmouth
back to the briny beauty
with her silver sails up
and at last anchors at bay

She can do 20 knots in fair winds
as the crew can tackle her motion
this my love my NightShade
that my crew and me give all devotion.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I have not been feeling right lately
getting up so tight so easily
I wonder if I'm going mad
when everyday I feel so sad

I don't know if I am frantic
or maybe a mixed up romantic
I just don't want to waste my life

When I wake you in the morning
I really don't feel like yawning
I hear birds singing songs
I know that one day they'll be gone

Should I really think like this
that man has given his dying kiss
to every living creature he has found
I'm so frantic

I watch TV in the evening
see the facts of dying and screaming
is this a part of a sick past
or a ****** future cold and streaming

Should I really think like this
that man has given his dying kiss


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There are times when you need to hold
the one that you hold dear
But it's Impossible to hold and kiss you
when your there and I am here

I wish I could change into a cloud
and float over to you
build up on the ocean
and rain my love on you

But your many miles across the ocean
many miles away
and I wish I was there, there with you
there with you today

Baby I miss you more then ever
but I know my love will wait
it's strange how we met on a crowded street
I put that all down to fate

Now I just wait for the time
when we can repeat the past
and however long it takes to hold and kiss you
I know my love will last.



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I was in the midst of twenty years after that conflict
when then war was on the turn to our side
yet two years after peace was resumed
there became a political divide

Those star children of the sixties
had this on their conscious so near
that one day the missiles would go off
and destroy mankind so severe

The Cold War was child abuse
from the 50s to the 70's
and for one I will never forgive
what they put me and my kin through

Never


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They scurry around the house
a cat's favourite bait
diminutive cute mice
due for capture, their time all too late

When younger I had their domestic kind
nearly 100 cute and sweet
do not need them now
wild fast and incomplete

I have snared three already this week
my captives I never ****
Just let them out in the park
to somewhere else to dwell

I purr with satisfaction
looking in the pure black eyes
they not know I would not hurt them
till I let them go, then they realise.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

If love had a number
what number would it be
one heart, two arms
to encompass me.

Maybe three deliveries of compliments
would set my kind soul free
maybe four as written
whatever will be, will be

With love of you
I am alive
so you understand
my lucky number Five

When I have six with you
I am in total seven
and I eight to leave you
but nine comes for me.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This is my sorry face
the face not of grace
for I am feeble and weak
sometimes scared not a yellow streak

Please tell me I am not alone
that others suffer without knowing why
that there mind of curiosity strange
is not a curse of those mad or deranged

So this is my sorry face
the one with tears that bleed
I am so ******* lonely
and love is not what I need

Please tell this hollow me
that all will be good
tell me happy stories
like a mother would

This is my happy face
and the tears are real


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

There were sapphires on the table at midnight
dice by the door at the breakfast of dawn
there were people crying at the church called Hope
that's when I saw the warrior angel sister yawn

Her sword was by her sweet side a weapon worthy
and her silver amour, how so it gleamed
so beautiful and violently proud
she was like white lightning from a darkened cloud

Oh how flight is cruelly denied
to those wrenched few
and their armour is tarnished with tears
blackened by the hate of wars and years

Never the flavour of today
for they are tomorrow's children
echoes of yesteryears
spilling memories to the future


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The queen has spoken
and you will be broken
into dust

All your dreams now crushed
turned into decay and rust
and the candle you hold
seems to cry tears of wax
that stay with you for ever

This midnight candle
in the cathedral of the full moon
makes this humid night live life
so you howl for your minor heaven

This dance in moonlit pale
by the sea of singing sails
makes every sweep of beach
the solitude you so really seek

So let the waves of understanding
wash slowly over your innocent body
for one of your kindness
needs careful helping wings

As the sky calls for morning
you will come to be
part of the sea
and part of me


by Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Lets hide my heart in the valley of ashes
where now she belongs till phoenixes day
sit snug in the winged arms of dragons kind
I promised we would never leave you behind
remember my eyes in silver moonlit mist
think me as man, the one that you kissed
your breath will be my breath
my blood will beat in your veins
as my heart will beat for yours
in this communion of flames.

For when you take a dragons heart
he'll take your own for it's treasure
and not in a thousand years
could you match their measure

For the love of dragons
can be selfish and cruel
and magic they wield
can be directed at you.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka neonSolaris

In this sleepless city
dusted with the crimes of greed
this psychopathic city of the dead
this city full of ****
in this city no ones pretty
this city, so so what a pity

This love bitter sweet
this city deaths retreat
this city full of scars
and the tears of many
this hollow dark towered place
bloated with the dreams of the lost

This city is last bastion of hell on earth
dripping it's vivacious lust
abusing all that touch it's walls
it's dark city gate bleeds contention
and the howls of the lost plead
but the gate master just spits


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They stand on every street corner now
with their truncheons out
slapping them with black gloved hands
this what it means to live in Pig City

The curfew is 6 pm
and you better be in by then
they have made us downtrodden and desperate
that's when the word insurgence becomes a threat

So we train orphan's of this horrid war
to do something to even the score
we give them guns and hand granades
for we must fight in every sick and twisted way

So every day a child of war pulls a pin
and kills as many of them as they can
for we live here, this vision of hell ... Pig City
believe you me, all here is ****** and not pretty


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The tents sway slowly in unison
deep in the desert silent and cold
I sit by the camps fire waiting
as her dance now begins to unfold
she moves fluidly around the burning embers
hands serpentine seductively reaching for the sky
charmed elements swell around her frame
gravitational, a neutron pull, I could not deny

Her eyes darker then the midnight heavens
sold beauty to the stars in abundance
even the sands beneath her delicate feet
seemed to surrender turning to gold with her touch
she has me charmed liken to a cobra
motionless and *****, ready to strike
this magical radiant woman of charms
with her avian stare, had me in her sights.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

From out of the deep recesses of times continuum
the unfamiliar child appeared to cry wolf
for inside this child there was a planet blue
which was being slowly murdered from within
on the face of this world stood the citadels of chaos
empires built with greed and the bones of the poor.

This unjust displacement of light
called the broken arrow of faith
made the soldiers of misfortune
stand in glorious stalemate static
and in the garden of everyone's Eden
did the flowers of hope start to wilt.

By Christos Andreas Kourtis AKA NeonSolaris

With his tricorn hat
and his sea dog rats
he heads back to the high seas
Shouting, come on me laddies
picks up yer gears
we're going on a pillaging spree

Leaving Dover without a sound
they are to the Americas bound
Weeks did pass into months
with captain in cabin with the ****
then one day, shouts from crows nest
did say, Land ahoy.

Captain was on deck before you knew it
barking his orders so brave
his dogs barked and run around
his crew were nothing but slaves
gun ports open, loaded and ready to fire
no one could know, what would transpire

Then from the bay coming their way
was a sight so frightening to be seen
a massive metal beast all a gleam
through his eyeglass could see it's deck
and what a sight to see
Open mouthed he sighed, Metal birds there be.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I watched her indecorous return
with no shame to her actions
and when I confronted her
she did not care one fraction.

Her way is venial carnal
a wicked child at heart
should of left her when I met her
from at the very start.

Yet before I knew it
her talons were deep within
and I cried because I love her
even with the sin, she brings.

Her temper tantrum nature
screams she should be obeyed
destroys my body and soul
in every single way.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

No time for day, just night
no change in temperature
only humidity.

This midnight cathedral
is a home to many
in this cold dark domain.

Blind small crickets scamper
around in bat droppings
anaemic spiders feed.

Bats breeding babies fall
eye less fish swim in pools
grubs and such on the walls.

Seeping through porous rock
rushing water sounding
rains from the land of light.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Through marshland hollowed by reeds
are the lilies of forever
to taste their fruit is a blessing
a blessing of light

No man or woman can stand here
for this is our holy place
you can not touch God as we can
as flawed is the Human Race

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I am nothing but a simple fool,
from under the stairs you walk down,
forgive my puritanical perceptions,
but my banality proceeds my sins.

May I be set upon by savage dogs,
that tear me limb from limb,
For am I a wretched creature,
with purpose of a simpleton?

Let me rest my head on this block,
lob it off without a second look,
yes I'm a failure and a low life ****,
come on! call your insults it's just began.

Why not burn my body on a cross,
so deviant I deserve the humiliation,
for what is one man's opinion,
to the voice of a nation.


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris

What of this ancient Egyptian tomb
with it's granite sarcophagus now vacant
who was the man that resided in here
was he kind and gentle or a monarch of evil

Was the sky bluer, the sun warmer
was the air sweeter from scented gardens
did he know of now forgotten cures
for all mans ailments, I wonder

Their marble epitaphs
was it a triumph of the will
how many slaved souls sacrificed
how many of those poor wretches killed

How horrid to be buried with your master
buried alive, to serve your king
forever more his servant
doing his bidding in worship of him

Yet now its just a hollow receptacle
empty yes, yet full of mystery
this a fitting thing
for an ancient king



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Do you dream in colours of kindness
can you create your own dreams
could you make empires that live forever
make peace and harmony in your worlds

Would you like to be a dream maker
you have to go through a lot of pain
but the rewards are rather good
if you can endure the frenzied strain

You fly the highest of mountains
then crawl into the deepest of caverns
if you have that cut and be a Poet dreamer
your love of this art will make you keener


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

All communications are cut
all that we are is changing
we have been called to port
this will be our fair well salute

Ethiopians with books holy
do lay them about our feet
as the sky does turn dim
here comes our black fleet

Kneeling down he said his  his God of hate
all talks had broken down, no more time to negotiate
standing up he grabbed the bomb that was on his bed
and with the care of a butterfly strapped it to his body

Then from the  he adorned his body armour
got the guns from his sports bag and out the door he walked
heading down to Capital Hill, he shot people as they ran
on his radio he contacted the other four same destination heading

Through his Eva carbon helmet he could hear distant gun fire
then from the air a helicopter came to hover in front of him
he pulled out his mini tactical high energy laser from his backpack
and with a smile on his face, aimed it and shot the mother down

From behind he felt high velocity shots hit his armour
he fell to his knees and spun around and saw the troops
with a steady arm he shot a hyper din sound device
all that was left of the enemy was melted metal and ash

Getting up he marched on, across the green lash grass
he heard a message on the radio to activate stealth shields
switching the device on and laughing
the field was open to demonstrations of their power


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Don't take her away from me
the only love in my life
please don't try to make me love you
for only poetry is my life and wife

Please don't cry, for I did tell you
my only mistress is the words she brings me
think me cold if you want to
for I truly don't care what you think

I promise nothing to no one
for I only truly have one love
she saved me many times
and my loves name is Poetry


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

She laid over his dying body
Screaming at the troops (don't touch him)
she looked at them with such venom
they had no choice, but to walk away

Then when they were out of sight
from her body came a warm gentle glow
for giving her life force, she did not show
as she was his lover and might

Then she laid over him again as the storm did come
and she was struck by lighting many a time
but she held him fast to the ground
for she did not want to loose her love

By the dawn of a new day kissed the battlefield
little life was left in her delicate frame
and as her warrior did awake
she kissed him with cold trembling lips and died


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Soon I have to interface
with the dammed and divine
they will make me interface
with proud glory of both dark and light

This old battle that will never end
from daylight to midnight
and here I stand lonely
still beaten a heart of forgiveness

Please I ask you to not touch me
for to know me would **** you
for I am their wonder war
I am their poisonousness interface

Made to make and break
the nightmare on legs
now made in human form
for the greatest of wars, to interface


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The bridge is breaking
which side to should I run
my question is
why is the bridge breaking

As the treaty is over
and now I can act and say my way
why now my brothers and sisters
why now is the bridge breaking

No matter what you try to do to me
I have a come back with no discrepancies
oh pity you and the guards that did nothing
it's our time now, for the bridge is breaking

They now know her part of art
planned to not break this apart
for glory to life we are now fighting
as we see the bridge is breaking

Prima mors
vestri optimus inferrent
propter hoc Angelus
significat ad vos distroy

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Oh foul is the smoke
of  these chemical sticks of death
how burning to the eyes
so very bad for the breath

The thick black tar
coating incapacitating
those pink lungs
so pure when young

Now I watch you lay there Mother
fighting hard for breath
and tears fill my eyes
as I wait for your death

Their is nothing I can do
as you cough and sputter
all I knew then, was
I was losing my Mother

Big profits with high tax
life cut short with your axe
you widow makers
and mother takers


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In this perfect moment of spiritual oneness
when even in darkness I see the light and glory
I repent not, for I promised to break no vows
so I move in the wonder and dwell in dreams forgotten

I ask nothing for me or my kind
as sacrifice is a most sacred thing
and in this most uplifting holy day
we have prayed for this perfect moment

As we sing in our thousands pure
we know that we, we have to endure
mercy that yet least we are not battle worn
and so gifted are our armies in the arts of wars

Yet on this fifth day of fasting
I sit with the others liken to me
and with pyramids of silver
we ask for strength and purity

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

He sits there with glue all over his hands
coughing with hair in his lungs
for he is a brush maker
all for artist everywhere

His pressing of fingers and thumbs
the glue makes his head go numb
all the brushes he will make he knows
for there are pictures to be painted

So he works through the night
so artist in the warm daylight
can paint to their hearts content
with brushes that he has made


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I once was a right cadet
till Mary Jane called on me
she whispered in purple smoke
and with red lips through the letter box said

Hey baby don't be so **** sad
I know there is a lot that makes us mad
but honey don't get so crazy and bad
for they all turn to dust, smile honey ain't you glad

So I opened the door
and let this woman in
she gave me more then life
she gave me the fight within

She told me to **** as hard and blow till I croak
then said I'll do the same thing for you, then smoke
so I laid there and let her do her all
that night when sweet Mary Jane called


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The tide does sweep in slowly
the ***** retreat into their sandy shelters
walking on this beach of serenading sands
now fixed in a song of another's command

The saline life bringer comes
and oh how gently is the sea
with it's iridescent light of the moon
shining on it's calm serene surface that be

It will not be long before her ship comes
so I wait for the signal from her station
as I am loyal to her opprobrious ways
and with my hat off I welcome her to land


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Little particles of death
these little plastic perils
everyday an unrelenting march
to coast to meet the sea

Most are you're convenient holders  
your shopping trolley puppies
which in the end are discarded
condemned trash for dumps their be

Watch  the mountain of bags decay
turn in to slurry and on their way
their unfortunate mission
to suffocate oceanic life

Our seas are becoming plastic soup
choking life in the blue
to a desolate lonely
plastic death


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This is where Sebastian fell
see the blood leading to the well
he was such a great swordsman
how could of it of ended this way

My word he must of fought fierce
well he got four of them that's a fact
after he was slain they must of dragged him
tipping his body in the ****** cold waters well

We must avenge his demise
with fortitude and vengeance in our eyes
and please please stop me guys
from saying well....  Where poor Sebastian fell


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The fire burns bright within my heart
give me this time my request
let my body and soul still keen
spell in works of holy wonders
make me now your vessel
enpower me as you have before
make my light your light
your darkness my darkness
give me all your beauty and might
with pen in hand call me to write
I have given my temples to you
the loyalty to carry on the fight
My Sweet Lord of Beauty and Might


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

In sweet warm winds of mono Summers night
when the villagers are sleeping snug and tight
when you hear the Lilly ponds songs of freedom
you will know the greens chaps are marching

With sinuous limbs of mortal marshlands
they lift their prizes to their honoured Queen
with sweet roosted dragonflies and mayfly pie
they justly do homage to all her glories

First to mark the parade
are the one's in the French frog wars
all those legless, now with stumps
in wheel chairs still smelling of garlic

They salute their queen
those hero's of cuisine
their emerald attire
and strong hearts of fire

Then come her sweet tadpoles
so liken to your navy seals
when bite comes to munch
these brothers are the ******* spawn of the bunch

The Queen she waits for water
she calls out orders for water
but not from her solider sons
but her handmaiden daughters


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Many years I have painted pictures with Scarlet
she is my closest friend
she that lives up in that manor house
the one on Byre Hill

On Sundays we paint on the moors
in stormy weather we stay indoors
she smiles like sunshine heaven sent
I cherish the time that with her is spent

Her hair shines with Octobers hues
shades of gold and crimson
and I honoured to know her
blessed with her company to be in


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris