The VeilI look into the mirror and see a faceThe Veil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is not one I am familiar with, my heart races
Shadows and mist part and the reflection comes in paces
It is of a woman, but I am a man, she reaches out to me, her hand chases
After me as I run, but there is no escape, for I am hers, hands and hearts entwined in laces
WolfWherefore is thine spirit? Tis not to be found.Wolf2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
O'er on the field lit brightly by thine wandering moon.
Lupus howls, is heard twine thine world and ravages 'round.
Fools rush forward, ne'er seen only to be heard warily too soon.