There will come a time
within my catacomb nightmares...

Soft,
snowfall...

There is a corridor placed
in a run down building...

I became a leaf
upon the top of a tree...

When a woman laments
you can visualize her discomfort...

Silence , still -
For the poetic...

My window flashes light-
Illuminating thoughts...

I'm following the orb of night
lanterns are lit, stars within sight...

His little frame
peeks around...

These twisted
old bones...

I shall grow very old,
within a mind shelter...

A bloody cloak twas draped upon scorched shoulders
I lay barren, within a hopeless, romantic moon...