I ask the Mockingbird
In the midst of his aria...

Divinity
My eyes were hungry for color...

A whisper here, a snicker there
What harm could it do...

My Demon shrouds me in shadow
Cruelly shutting out the light...

Who would think
That petals of pink...

Poetry
A brief journey...

BEFORE
It happens slowly...

Silence sings to starless souls
A melancholy tune...