go ahead and cry your crocodile tears
you're really only sorry for yourself...
The cool breeze fills the meadow
Filled with wild flowers of all colours...
A quaint hillside park, repository of memories in...
The mysteries of old Ireland rising like mist from...
In shadows deep, where secrets coil,
A tale unfolds of ancient soil...
White is the color of fresh snow,
A wedding dress with a winter glow...
The gods are beautiful,
but do they know how to love...
In a dimly lit theatre, I sat alone,
My heart pounding, chilled to the bone...
Under an unfeeling moon's icy stare,
Arrived a package, an ominous snare...
It grows like a cancer,
Picking apart the stitching...
daggers for eyes staring at me
yet looking right through me...
They say that darkness gives value to light
for without the dark one cannot muster the will to...
"Who are you, what are you?" I wondered, gazing...
As we stood in the heart of the woods, where the...