Darkness
a veil o'er sight
veil, so broodingly bleak
seen by a mind, oh so weak
Darkness
The Oak In the Swamp
The oak in the swamp
Stands tall, confident, and firm
Vast knowledge and wealth
No wisdom has he
Though knowledgeable, not wise
Rotten at the core
Thief of food and drink
High Lord of the forest is he
Who shall fall, and die
Ode TO a Sullen Midwinter's Storm
Winter comes and goes
Cacophonous wind and snow
Trounces my shutters
As we perch hearthside
And wait for snow to subside
One Destiny
It's a fact of life
all are destined for the grave
our bodies shall die
But our souls shall live
in the hearts of the living
whom we meet again
In our lives to come.
This is the one destiny
that applies to all
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