Three minutes to one o'clock,
wisps of air stab through solar rays...

A realm of hell within our minds doth teach
Places that even the darkness cannot reach...

Scapegoat
A sickened state of mind...

Going against the life they had planned,
A midnight drive and a wedding band...

Eternal Rest
Night has fallen, dense fog rolls in...

Radiant pink blooms
Of the Cherry Blossom tree...

They saddle up their horses and head into town
Staring straight ahead as town folk gather round...

I have longed
for a future moon...

At the foot of the mountain there is a special...
Surrounded by the pines and set back out the way...

I don't want another nasty broom
It has no power, it doesn't go vroom...

To refute
allegations...

A single mother trying to make it on my own,
Living a life others don't condone...