Fairy FanciesFanciesA mushroom roofso bright and cheeryA rose petal doorkeeps out the drearymoss and leavesall green and goldmake sturdy wallsagainst the coldSpider's websmake windows clearto spy outsidewithout fearA fairy houseso dear and sweetjust don't trample itwith your feet!
The Tigress And the HawkThe Tigress & The HawkWings of silver,spread in flight.Eyes of gold,search the night.Down belowthe tigress stalksaware she is watched,hunted by the hawk.Feathers glint,liquid silver flows.The eternal danceplayed out in prose.Down in a streakthe silver bolt swoops,Crouches the tigresswatching the hunter loop.Out of silencein an arc of light,a scream of challengerips apart the night.She rises upwith a roar of rage;Talon versus claw,battle of the age.Sister Moon watchesas two battle aflame;Circling and dancinglove and war, gone and came.Embraced, lovers at war,pain is mixed in blood and tears.Love is given, taken and spentCourage failing, revealed fears.As the battle coursesfur and feathers fly,leaving scars of a different sortto later heal and cry.Finally the battle endsand with a triumphant scream,the hawk takes flightclutching in his talon, a dream.Leaving the tigresslying and broken apart,surrounded by the piecesof her love-torn heart
Voided HeartBitterness fills the voiceonce filled with love;the bite of a viperreplaces the cooing dove.The wall that had crumbledis rebuilt thick and strong.Warded and guarded,Trust is long gone.Null and voided--Voided and numb.Never gonna need again,Never gonna be so dumb.Look deep inside,the passion is therebut where the heart should bea black Void I wear.You try to reach mebraver than Cupid's Dartbut once inside you will find:Naught, but a Voided Heart.
IF...IF....If there is darkness all around and you can not see the light...If you can not see ahead & you're feeling none too bright...If your world id upside-down, and you can't get right-side up...If your thirst is overwhelming and there is nothing in your cup...If you've forgotten how to smile & no one seems to care, & you always seem to meet Mr.Satan in his lair...If you're tried of being alone & your madness has turned to sad...If there is nowhere else to turn & its become fun to be bad...If you are at the end of your rope & glad to be hung, & you're tired of singing songs that have already been sung...Well then, I've got news for you people, I know just where you're coming from. I been there, I done that, and I may do it still. I've bee walking the edge for how long I'll never tell 7 it makes quite an echo when you look over the edge and yell. As for stepping back, and how its done, I've yet to cross that bridge, & get that battle won. I fight everyday to keep from fal