When my work is finished for the day
I run away...
go ahead and cry your crocodile tears
you're really only sorry for yourself...
daggers for eyes staring at me
yet looking right through me...
I seem to go through this more often than I would...
My body betraying my mind and heart, making me...
Stone, shadowy edges...
Well
Another day...
A pilgrimage to summers ley
When should we find them fair and fey...
Underneath the silver birch
That stands where two roads cross...
What’s next
Do I forget...
Good things
Good thing...
Demon:
It's been a week now and we're doing this again...
It's hotter than what I remember,
From subtle red and oranges that now glow a deep...