The Chosen in a little while then I shall be no more with each tender mire leaves across the floor,
leaves out on the parlor coffee in the frig a box filled with chocolates a note telling you how to live
the willingness to forgive
Patience Until Summer
we wait for the winter chill to end falling on the arms of a faithful friend the willingness to be no end shadows block the memory
each step that I take can't be retraced a loving satin laced perfume amidst decadance
the shallow pools resolve
The Fragrance Of The Timberwolf
occupy til I come a blade of grass is formed through tyrants rant of yesterday's advance to help you get along
strong is the tongue that sets on fire a world made torn curse the day you were actually born the parting sky to a faint lulabye a reprise to be learned
another page is turned
Sweet Anabele Lee
fancy and free the way is she my sweet Anabele Lee her face was slim
in place of her offering you mad a friend in sweet Anabele Lee she cherished a rose
that was plucked a time before with quaint laughter to appease start spreading its disease through a doorway portal fill with cobblestone
she walk alone hopeful through Lavender hue upon her brow a sweet delicate shawl she dances in a ring of fire
yet throws of each challenge with a shrug
Quaint Tapestry
sweet ambiance torn red thoughts within my head look at the story now read your as good as dead
filter through a song of granduer shadows block the vortex wallow in the midnight mire seek a gun for hire