I wish I could feel, The unbound joy, Of being called, The goodest boy
poem
A Fool’s Court
The red robin asks- "what's new, What's new, The answer is simple- your wine is askew
I’m Safe With You
I'm Safe with you, In your embrace, I yearn for you, I want a taste
What Could Have Been
Smoke rises from embers gently burning
Forgive Me, My Love
How can we speak?
I Love you, I Love You, Good-bye
I love you, I love you, good-bye,
Head
Digits intertwine, as lips envelope mine,
Me
It is I
The Sisters of Wrath and Woe
Known they, the Sisters of Wrath and Woe, Ever the Devil track’d ere they go.
Morning’s Hope
The cracks of night begin to form, When the horizon teases thoughts of morn,
Fire-Side Tales 