It’s not my fault that the unicorn lied
Or the hippogriff hid all my clothes...

Banners snap in breeze wrought heavy with the...
Hooves rumble across grass worn thin and bare in...

She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...

Tomorrow,
a word that whispers off the tongue...

Too often life demands
we be broken...

A petal,
Once soft and pale pink...

To the victor the spoils.
Is that truly the case...

Within the home where love once dwelled
An aching void resides...

Faceless spectres stand in silent accusation
as cloying darkness compresses light into void...

Silence spreads thickly like cream on jam filled...
as rose tinted memories flood mind longing for...

Here, at the end of all I am
As eyesight fades, with hearing spent...

Moments caught forever
in a single blinking click...