Power on;
reset...

In fields of dried and twisted trees
my memories reflected on the leaves...

Approaching my throne of shadow passion
a broken sun, and zombified lovers...

***Written for Singthesorrow's poetry contest, but...
He was the moon...

*** Words in a format that describe feelings of...
Touch me...

My heart, suffers,
intimately wired to the sun and the moon...

I'm in the shadow of a hand
caressing the chalk frame...

... on shores of passion - the shores of deserts...
in woe...

My heart's a graveyard,
cold and bitter...

I wear the crown
Of a blood bathed prince...

***Again, I hope you like the new style I believe...
Hardwired to conceive...

Dead before the ship even sank,
tied up and bound before I even walked the plank...