lark

The End of Thy Path

Dost thou ever want to end thy path Stray off thy flow, feel the Reaper’s Wrath Dam the tide of thine River’s Current Empty thy soul of all its content Dost thou ever want to descend the ladder Drink the unholy liquor of the adder Thou hast been tangled in its maze of length Strangled… Continue reading The End of Thy Path

Shadow Sprite

In the stream you awoke me Unto sleep you stoked me In my sickness invoked me When I fall, you lift me

This is for those whom I’ve tried to, but can’t let in my heart. Shadows on the meadow; Clouds rolling overhead; A storm’s coming and I have no shelter.

Tears of Sorrow

Bitterness that has been forever buried deep in these walls, Not knowing what to say or when I shall fall- Burning flames that lick old wounds, Hatred and resentment in these catacombs entombed.