Sharp and accusing they lie
entangled in pale blue strands...

Don’t look for me up in the stars
Or mourn beside my grave...

In dark of night when creatures foul
Roam freely through the mansion grounds...

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

The music box
Lies there unwound...

Warm sunlight bathes the weary soul
who sits beside his worldly goods...

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

Be fearless he said as I heard the bell ring,
They can smell it you know and it won’t mean a...

A petal,
Once soft and pale pink...

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

Oceans of pennants ripple wildly down the Mall,
grasped in hands so eager to affirm their truth...

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