"In time, her tale grew old,
her hands grew old...
She was born with eyes
of crystal blue medallions...
One night, when the countdown
to sunrise began...
Most poignant:
my frustrated blast...
Your love for me was never questionable...
my expectations were outright unrealistic...
I can't believe...
A year has gone by...
The street looks a little brighter every night,
I wonder if it's really because of me...
Machinery, is that all I am?
The sun had been abducted too soon...
Ah've got somethin' tae say an' it matters a lot,
Ah'm desperate tae tell ye that ah'm a true Scot...
Churches
By Mark Spencer...
The massacre was committed too early this morning,
maybe at 3am...
What inferno is this
that Dante's eyes transfix within my soul...