Poetry
Shadow drawn in ink and dreams
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Alone
His urges must come from hell, Tortured eyes sunken and dark, Corruption and insanity twist him, For him blackness sings like a lark,
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Conquered in Dream
Twilight now finds her lying cold, Veiled in lingering moonlight grace; Her breath a hush, her eyelids hold, The fragile world of slumbered space.
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A Very Personal Loss
Loss can be a painful thing, Something that I had known all my life, A painfully sore reminder, That things don’t always turn out for the best,
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Boy to Man and Back Again
There once was a boy who went to sea, For he’d a yearning to be free, But the harsh reality Of war crushed all his dreams. Chorus 1. Ho ho, the life at sea, A…
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The Bum O Scope
I need to have a “Bum-O-Scope,” The Camera will go up my rear, It’s liable to be quite painful, At least that’s what I now fear.
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Prisoners of War
We are marching away, All through the snow, In chained in captivity, With sad hearts we go.
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Be Free My Love
The widow shakes with grief again, She finds this within his coat, She knows his hand, swallows hard, Sobbing, she reads his final note.
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Witches Dozen
Witches gather in covens, thirteen, A prime that exists alone. Six mothers, six daughters convene— Yet the rule belongs to the Crone.
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A Meeting of Worlds
The east wind blows hard, It quiets the singing lark. Somewhere a dog is barking, Far off across the park.
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Two Silences
Alone and scared in darkness, She wildly looks about, Dire menace creeping ever nearby, Having neither claw nor snout.
