sleeping woman, smoking man watch over Tenochtitlan once young lovers, warring clans left their families, spurned their lands princess, warrior grasping hands fleeing parents’ cruel demands night falls quickly, need to campsnow falls quicker, cold …
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion sprawled over sparkling sands And the soldier that bloats in the mud Of the trench …
The oak she leaned her back against was twisted, gnarled, and bent —A fitting place for one last song, one final grand lament.Beyond its boughs a sweeter sight: a lush and verdant glade.With shaking hands …
A massive moon cast mournful red Upon the silent sea Where wandered, lost to land and hope, A pack of piratry. Aboard the Rapax they had roamedFrom Holland to Cathay,From Sousse to Santos and had …
From out the Frozen North he comes,Areek of fetid sugarplums;He bears a sharpened blood-cord caneAnd drags behind an emerald chain. The midnight clear is rent by cryOf Carole Singhers, first to die,And bleak midwinter’s silent …
The house is lit for Halloween and trick or treaters making rounds. Two Jack O Lanterns standing guard beside the drive survey the grounds in case marauding witches come to pluck up little children who …
Forlorn, the creaks that sounded in the night, across the stillness of the ocean’s voice in protestation of Poseidon’s mood, an oaken hull’s frustration sounded clear. Cold moonlight shed its eerie glow from high, uneasily …
The turf of man’s endeavors forms the diamond of his dreams, where fate will melt his mettle, and will push him to extremes. And nowhere in the universe are hope and fear compressed so tightly …
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