The Queen of Shadows

The Queen’s silhouette levitates midair
leading her ton of shadows
Her entourage of victorious wolves
departing crimson meadows
She’ll be gone sooner than you know
abandoning those who are callow
Tis your last chance to bare
your unseen scars from the darkest hollows

The Greater Enchantment

Their thoughts all day


Keep your mind consumed


Curious feelings at play


Are they at their end too?


You hit the sack


Overwhelmed furthermore


But to the dreamworld and back


Recall fuzzy kittens, books galore


Dawning upon you thus


That the adoration is an entrapment


And the dream you dreamed


Is the greater enchantment

A Gentle Word

A gentle word
Can birth
A village of hearts
Willing
To forge…
Willing
To complement your force…