Be fearless he said as I heard the bell ring,
They can smell it you know and it won’t mean a...

In dark of night when creatures foul
Roam freely through the mansion grounds...

Can you hear the gentle murmur
Of the brook as it glides by...

Sharp and accusing they lie
entangled in pale blue strands...

Don’t look for me up in the stars
Or mourn beside my grave...

It’s not my fault that the unicorn lied
Or the hippogriff hid all my clothes...

Warm sunlight bathes the weary soul
who sits beside his worldly goods...

Silence spreads thickly like cream on jam filled...
as rose tinted memories flood mind longing for...

Within the home where love once dwelled
An aching void resides...

A petal,
Once soft and pale pink...

To the victor the spoils.
Is that truly the case...

Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...