The Reapers Gone.
The reapers gone for his tea nothing left to get in his way, his blade cools his cloak black it is upon the hanger, the table is set. Fires burn…
Journey To The Sea
Journey to the sea restless inland upland hills and mountainside, the people now spillover the crowded land, all churches are forts, as ports, are locked down planes, are empty millions…
Upon Stoic Hills
Upon stoic hills risen to point on platitude, distinct for I have seen on this day a path in winding for me, with a gold cross, set forth for others…
Imposter
Impostor the parasite in a world of hosts impostor sat upon another’s chair the vague cell visiting, I’m no ones friend though, my father above is unique he didn’t birth…
Six Deep One Sin & I Put a Lid On
Six deep, one sin a minute, then out we go not conscious of any imminence optimism is the best ghost story, in your worst dream saving lives in intermittent waking…