Hidden grooves in knotches
Of base boards hold a valuable...

Star shadows wept
as marigold shades...

I was a feeder of souls
Living with trolls...

She slithered unto darkness
as a knight shielded her...

Embers smolder
Within eyes tasting...

Perennial remains, left
scattered across a whispering...

As always,
emotional rantings...

Speechless,
words failed to fly...

A silent reader
Leaves confessions at the door...

The arch bishop crowned
Thee five years hence...

My body lays still.
such as a calming...

There was darkness; hidden
deep from the light of Mother Moon...