Trapped inside eternal emptiness,
Disdain poisons her ruby lips...
A tiring sensation,
The wind knocked out of me...
Let the spirits from the shadows
Come forth to thee...
The Angel and Mystic
With poems and notes...
The light just seems to dull now,
the moonlight shifting in...
The dying tree haunts the young one's light
As the bark divulge its secrets...
Why were they singing,
What was the point...
Rain begins,
Its slow patter on my window...
Can you hear the voices?
Can you hear their cries...
The Killer
By Mark Spencer...
White is the color of fresh fallen snow,
A winter kissed dress with a soft glow...
I'm here,
Or something near...