I despise the month of May
for maidens dance within the hay...

I'm becoming a conqueror of
humans who spew toxin within...

She whispers tears
within her lines...

You have been my fortress
forever my love, my fallen moon...

Heavy metal eyes
entice a screamers...

Iridescent pearls
essence of a lady...

I watched her rise from the east-
Rosebuds gathered at her feet...

There are feelings within me
that I simply can't ignore...

An old buzzard does a spiraled dance
upon winds of a rotten mist...

Luna called to me, during a dark night;
The crows were hauntingly beautiful...

I can stare at a tree
for hours upon hours...

I'm an old soul writer
with a backyard pen...