Autumn Snowwill anyone wish to share my heartbefore the icy death of winter?it is already late to wonderit is autumnand have i just feltthe first snowflakesfall upon my brow?
cycleFox eyes shineA glimpse into the darkPools reflect sparks unseenMemories distantof closeness and meldingThrough the veil of timeAre you calling for me?Wind rattles the leaves,Pulls the dark cloak about the sky,Stars and moon dissolve into black velvet.Wet dew blankets the forest,joining life with mist's night chill.Lightning cracks the atmosphereAwoken drenched in icy sweatand saguine warmth.A mirror shines amidst nothingness --a window to the world outside,or self-reflecting infinite oblivion?Ensconced in darkness,a pale flame smeared with ink.Glass shattering on the floor,falling deep in water,passion explodingin harsh white light.Blazing corona burning highpermeates,cleansing all in fire.Sparks escape into vacuum,damping to ash as they're blown,carried from the tempeston currents like cold metal.Floating in auroral etheramongst prismatic thoughtpainted with brushesimmersed in every perfect moment.Images gone...eventshalf remembered...only nostalgi
a dead twiga lone brittle twiglongs to be snapped in the windthere is not a breeze
reflectionssparks on the watersparks into the windmirrors facing in darkness
House Vey~House Vey~I was working as a tax agent for the British government in the Year ofOur Lord 1999. It was then that my supervisor approachedme regarding the matter of House Vey.``It has come to my attention,'' he said, ``that there is a real estate thathas been evading tax law for centuries. It isn't on land-survey maps andhas only come to my attention due to its recent acquisition ofmaterials from certain sources.''He handed me a file that described several transactions in metalsand rare minerals by a House of Vey, location given.``I want you to go down there,'' he continued, ``And make the bookssquare.''So I did what he told me. Not that it was easy. There was no road thatled to the House of Vey (a house left off of the British Royals' list).Instead, I took my auto as far as dirt roads allowed. Then, equippedwith a hand-written map superimposed on the GPS grid, I wanderedthrough the British countryside in search of t