English Junk
Lost Gems-----
(Rondelet)
The stars have gone,
those jewels which the night-moon kept.
The stars have gone
while Diane in her palace slept.
So difficult it was to accpet
the sky was silent, the world wept,
"The stars have gone!"
Crystalized----
(Terrible Haiku)
The chill inside spreads
and breathes frost into the veins
of winter-kissed trees.
Pyro-Elf----
(Lymrick)
There is a faery on my knee,
Poking, prodding, bugging me.
He yells to burn down
all things to the ground,
Worrying my poor family.
To Drown in A false Identity---
(Sonnet)
Offer a false smile to the coldest days
and soon you shall be consumed in the shade
where light is shunned and world seen thro' a haze-
Here, sound cuts and shatters- cold, cruel blade!
Trapt in shadow, wander 'round the maze
and lift your voice when the abyss caresses
your tender flesh and tremble at the graze.
Hidden being of the night assesses
your fear and terror, takes it all to sate
the unceasing bore, end the monotony.
Your pain shall feed the emptiness--too late!--
For you are so drawn, unable to flee.
Offer a false smile and find the dark all 'round
and inside it shall o'er take and abound.
(Rondelet)
The stars have gone,
those jewels which the night-moon kept.
The stars have gone
while Diane in her palace slept.
So difficult it was to accpet
the sky was silent, the world wept,
"The stars have gone!"
Crystalized----
(Terrible Haiku)
The chill inside spreads
and breathes frost into the veins
of winter-kissed trees.
Pyro-Elf----
(Lymrick)
There is a faery on my knee,
Poking, prodding, bugging me.
He yells to burn down
all things to the ground,
Worrying my poor family.
To Drown in A false Identity---
(Sonnet)
Offer a false smile to the coldest days
and soon you shall be consumed in the shade
where light is shunned and world seen thro' a haze-
Here, sound cuts and shatters- cold, cruel blade!
Trapt in shadow, wander 'round the maze
and lift your voice when the abyss caresses
your tender flesh and tremble at the graze.
Hidden being of the night assesses
your fear and terror, takes it all to sate
the unceasing bore, end the monotony.
Your pain shall feed the emptiness--too late!--
For you are so drawn, unable to flee.
Offer a false smile and find the dark all 'round
and inside it shall o'er take and abound.