Beneath the crossroads

And when from the grave, the birth of everlasting, the sorrow is no longer Gentle mists of alabaster embrace and caress life anew For to come undone, no longer Transcending the forgotten, the spires of dread that nest within, now, light all but withers Though sugar-wisps strain, striate and a tear though happily Dead among beneath the crossroads © … Continue reading Beneath the crossroads


The crossroads – becoming

Wandering, and the reaper sings vengeance A dream so desired A sacrifice in which to bury the poison and violent deeds Becoming Alone, suffering Withering and waiting for the soul to depart the cold earth to swallow Deprived so long of being Love, no longer Loved, no longer Becoming The calling where the blood has spilled and shall spill no … Continue reading The crossroads – becoming

Atop the crossroads

Atop the crossroads and among the humming stars, where the ticking clock casts fate Peace from grotesque memories, where the shadows are drawn near, and wavering light of hope refuses to dawn Sin ever-inviting in the empty sorrow The words lingering and stained for the unmolested steel lured to the flesh © 2016

A grave fortune

A grave fortune Lusted by the lonesome And given to the unworthy A chance to dream While death lingers Lost in searching for those Vagrant hearts Tortured by the world © 2009