Horrendous trick’ry, iron-breasted scorn!
Abandoned here, alone in brush, stay still!
Poseidon's beard! I so do blush, rage-filled!
Perhaps they jest? Return allies, lest fear
Yank all my hope; Retire dark thoughts, lope far!

There are no signs of my friends,
Hollow creaks and humid cracks
Are the only companions here.
Now, fear finds me, alone.
Knowing my weakness, it circles,
Showing signs of vicious hunger,
Gnawing fangs in every root,
Impossible claws draped over branches
Veering out at me with blood-lust.
In the darkness, eyes peer out,
No two alike in color or size.
Gone are the merriment and novelty.



Hecate astral, hallowed goddess, regal
An’mate Queen, deliver me from evil.
Press away the ne’er-do-wells that “cower”;
Pagans shrivel, fearful of your power.
You who mandates dark skies, I sing forthwith.

The blackbird perches high, alone in its tree.
Home is always a heavenly place to be.
A bitter gale might carry a bird far,
No worries, within its chest is a little heart
Knowing the way back to awaiting friends;
Soon they will sing aloud and make amends.
Gleeful gathering of chirps and quacks,
Isn’t it swell to now be back?
Very merry indeed, but the cuckoo interrupts,
If you truly loved us, why did you leave so abrupt?
None reply, for they all know better,
Giving him an answer encourages his rude behavior.



Hath heaven no home for so daft a twit?
***-king, I am; for what love is there save
Pathetic lust that will act quite legit?
Pretended passions don’t befit the brave.
Yet, many doth prefer this “love” in life...

The name of love, when spoken sweet,
Hath no rival, that could ever compete.
And when it’s spoken, in loud, brash tone,
Now its glories are all but gone.
Know this friend, when you are forsaken,
Speak the true name of love, and yours shall reawaken.
Go forth and find that name,
Ignite passions, fan the flames
Venus has imbued within your breast.
Ignore the vexations of jealous pests.
No love may match the one you choose.
Gallant lovers love their own truths.