GOD SAVE ME

Have we reached our end? The farthest end that the stars of woe once saw Or have we reached that other end? The farthest end ...

Therein on my palms grow two trees; one is pure, the other is tainted. The first has roots, linear and warm in realms of secrecy,...

In the soft glow of the silver moonlight, My heart finds solace, In search of a destiny less fierce And more tender in its celestial halo...

Poem: N0. 05, 29th February 2024 The tree, usually stoic in nature, allowed itself to be crafted through the exaltation of the wind...

The child of the North feeds off your crystal green gaze, Nimble, proud, fiery Unlatching the lines of his palms  From the trails of a...