His piercing hazel blues stared ba
Searching for her lost soul...
He was there to save her
from madness that left her in torm
He was there to hold her hands

Hypnotizing sways of pendulum
fade away from my vision.
Transcending world of one’s
dark epoch, caught in a turbulence
Evil—goodness—

Abominable as it had been
Accountable to the nature’s
befalling tragedy...
All lost and gained...
love, joy and peace.

Today, we build the stage
out of cinder blocks.
We’ll use a stick for her scepter
and a sheet for her cape.
Intertwined honey suckle vines

Patiently awaits
The upward dancing motion
Uniting us one
To dance around for a while
Imbed in crevice later

I walked through the threshold of
In that place, sanity became obsol
I walked the path and hardly disce
The theatrical web’s pantomime’s d
I felt the angsts in chaos like bl

In time, I leave my place...
Detaching connection from the base
Pulling away is my norm
To defy and not to conform.
The 'wind witch’ is on the roll,

The Drying Tree
By: Imrogue
Pine needles brittled—
The tree’s tall—remains upright—
So still and hopeful—

A simple utterance was sweet,
Spell binding and no conceit.
Charmed by his presence,
She gladly gave her acceptance
To an Autumn Night Dance invitat

In her statuesque beauty,
A figure, so grotesque I can see.
She was meticulously carved with c
But a darkened soul inside shrieki
Layers of contrite, mournful devou