An hollow heart, and empty of love,
But full of dirous, dreadful dreams...

Whilom, in a rainy day of early June,
While wand'ring in the Labyrinth of Solitude...

Cruel Fate
A Tribute to John Donne...

Time's a liar, in whom I trusted much
And love has now betray'd my sense as well...

The fresh autumnal breeze caress'th my cheek,
the joy this brings I can no longer seek...

I cannot say in words how much I've loved
For words help not t'express the lover's wish...

History's Forgotten Past
The fragile existence sounds in the wind...

Lo! The labyrinthine loneliness prevails
As an absurd allusion to discord...