Saturday, January 31, 2015

Falling Statues

Six shifting stone arms
An agonizing short blast 
Grey dust entwined with twilight 
Wind stricken ruins
Engulfed by death and decay

Levied Hope

Our abysmal trophies 
Transcend the gluttonous mist
In sparkling gems they shine bright 
They echoe with fear
The echoe of death 

Friday, January 30, 2015

A smooth breeze swept by

A smooth breeze swept by,
It dazzled my red roses
Till their old thorns bled