‘Tis a most erroneous debacle The plight of man and animals Versus Father time, the immutable, And Death himself, transmuter of souls. Their struggle is not only in vain, but elicits such unnecessary pain. The sooner one sees there’s little to tame He’s free to play along in this game. Dare they not fret any…
Château de Chambord
Adorned in crimson and being most civil A man from Palermo, Knight of Hospital, Was stationed on high for he was vigil. The Cross of Malta was his enshrined sigil. There once was a day when tending his post A noise tickled his ears. He heard an echo below. This feminine chime rang all through…
A Papal Plea
Demons of Arabia assult our forsaken sepulchre. Abandon your comfort for they torture lifeless corpses. Pledge thyself to the sacrament and bare our holy crest. With a soul absolved by bloodshed thou need not again confess. Jesus Christ, your lord, commands for crusade, without a doubt. Deus vult! Deus vult! 18 April 2017
Tropique du Capricorne
How it feels to be graced with such powerful sentiments; Sweet in scent, but not innocent. There’s a crack in the sky, and the heavens are torn. Ozone in the air can foretell of a storm. This one not of chaos or pain, but the release from a strain. “Relax” and “let go”, she tells…
Bloom
With heavenly bodies and earthly minds Can we mere mortal men conquer the world? We control little else than power and time. Aught it really require anything less or more? Every living being is an effect of its ecosystem. Trudging through turmoil and using making use of the hours, We are free to affect that…
Pending Deployment
The hum drum of the day to day can feel so mundane, And when you think ahead about uncertainties you may drive yourself insane. But there are techniques you can deploy, Some special strategies you may employ. First off find a place to breath alone and simply be. In this place your thoughts you may…
Burning Precipice
Rhythmic thunder stomps from behind a terrestrial border. The ominous stench of fresh blood is lugged around by the breeze. Forgotten nightmares are summoned out from the depths of Mordor. A crownless king holds his ground while others concede in retreat. 28 March 2017
Comet
A stone shouts across the stratosphere, Burning and hurling with nothing to fear. Eroding away it tears through the air, On a collision course; was this truth or a dare? To be emboldened enough to charge from the sun, towards a mess of condensed terra. To do the inevitable, what nature intends, we must concede…
Cold Front
Over eager pedals catch frostbite. Winter pushes southward another cruel surge. It’s not always the fire which tests our might. For freezing sprays of ice the weak will purge. 14 March 2017
Leer
Don’t become a callous emperor. His opinion is worth less than a jester’s. A fool jests for the joke and the sport, But a king suggests death unto any bloke who retorts. 7 March 2017
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