* * *
shyness left, replaced...

The bells did toll...
rain...

The Big Wild Wood
I...

The path of separation
Echoes of grandeur sound upon my throne...

Cafe of contemplation
Swirling the blackness, provoking thought pools...

London - my salvation?
I leave the cafe and make my way back...

Steps of condemnation
Pushing open the rusted Iron Gate...

Cascading f
................a...

Through sparse canopy
beams evaporate the smog...

My heart is so lonely
and yearns for a home...

On a crisp sunny morn',
I lay my new born...

The cripple's tale
Demons dissect each dark waking thought...