IntricateSunlight

A flash in time, a moment of reprise The whistle blows, the horn sounds Slow and steady, over we go No pick up the pace, down we fall Dead end streets and blighted trees A candle burning in the window Snuffed like a cigar on a cool evening A photograph cast into a spring The magpie sings a lovely tune A siren wails and the angels screech They fall and paint the canvas The baby rattle shakes Small hands reach for the snake I dream of egg and bologna on rye Onwards to the beat of the drum The coo of the flute hums We are the nameless who march to the void The screaming fury that churns Into the slaughter Forgotten.

Willow Warm yet chilling Insanity in a jar Lonesome and weeping; kissing stars Grinning

    Fetters looked through the things that the man that he had just killed had been carrying. Lying nearby, there was a dull army green knapsack and he proceeded to rummage through it in order to see what he could salvage. He placed six bottles of purified water on the ground next to him that he pulled out of the knapsack along with several small pieces of brahmin jerky. In the corner of the old ghoul's eye there was something moving along the ground that grabbed his attention. He quickly reached out and grabbed it as fast as his aging body could go, before it could be carried off by the breeze; it looked to be a photograph. The little photo