I would write you a Ballad, but you would think that you were still in my head, I would write you a poem, but you would think that you were still in my heart. Instead, I write you an Eulogy, for you must know you’re no more to me. AdvertisementsRead More A Casket for a Queen
Walking down the aisle, I stood, I poised, I paused. “To be, or not to be” Stood in my heart, The future ahead, the future behind, two very different, a tale I cannot rewind. “To be, or not to be” A groom for a bonny bride, A King for a Queen by my side. “To […]Read More A Castle for a Queen.
She was so beautiful, for her eyes knew no bounds, my eyes could see only so little, that the Earth then seemed more than just grounds. Her sight set heaven on hell’s feet, her voice set the rain on fire, I searched and searched, until our eyes, they would meet, yet the skies burnt me […]Read More The Nectral Queen
Trapped in a lost world for ages, Stand I barred to my cruel cages. Evil that lives, shall lie in its sombre throne, So did you lock me away, trapped, thrown. The evil spider, eight-legged beast, Trapped in the vast globe of globes, did you think to reckon me till my days of judgement. Yet, […]Read More Freedom to Ensnare
So, if you’re a girl, change the gender of the pronouns.! If you’re a guy, respect women. So, Love, It’s is something much much more than just the enunciation of the three words. It’s easy just saying those three words, not hard at all. But it’s what comes after, that decides what it means. Personally, […]Read More Just Something to Make You Smile.
Oh my dame, lost have I thee, lost are you in thy wanderlust. Sing me for the long sleep did you, lullaby me for the eternal snore, I couldn’t see no more. Lost in your wildest dreams, Lost. I search, look, wander, not to find a way out, but to find you at any cost. […]Read More The Burning Candle of The Prince of Seven Horses.
To show love, thy beating heart, picked you my life, to keep you n’er apart. As my fangs, not musical to the symphony of death, waters your tearing blood, yet don’t stop do thee, for drowned are you in flood. A green serpent, bore a thousand heads, some bloodied by your lustful desire, like a […]Read More Roses.