ThePoetryofDA

Thus we came to rebehold the stars And the other globes of the celestial skies, Lady Luna with her blunted horns renewed- The darkness haunting us left somewhere behind. Or maybe not quite , so the Heavens do taunt- While the Sisters Fate laugh as the devils cry; And the mechanics of the world turn counter clockwise, They pushed on by the mortals who plot God's demise…But you, my dear Ophelia, what do you see? Do you envision your ghosts with those sightless eyes? Or do you see anger, bitter desperation, hate? The river as my arms that you refused to take?My faithless lover, to the world a queen A queen that it lost, like the others it h...

~The Melody of Christmas~Snowflakes drift like notes of a song... Softly, gently, moving along. Coming each with a wish of good cheer... Hope for the dawning new-year.The wind ebbs and the flurries die, But too soon another stirs up the sky. Beyond the frosty trees and homes, A threesome of jolly carolers roam.I silently gaze at the wonder around, Knowing that no greater is found. It comforts the cold and tickles the air, Snow – gentle snow everywhere.Then, as these soft moments do fold; This heartwarming melody sings in the cold. And, for the fear of it passing away, Merry Christmas to all; have joy on this day!

There are muffled noises, and you hide your eyes in your hands.There was a tattered and worn copy of Hamlet in your bag. I can remember watching you skim for just the right phrase.The house speaks in a soft tongue.Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.The smell of flesh, rotting, echoes through these halls. My arms sink in my skin.I will walk out of the air, into my grave.The house creaks, and it is speaking again. The doors are shut, and they giggle when our backs our turned.Go, bid the soldiers shoot.The house tells us we are not to be, and our steps will earn teeth digging at our flesh.Your hands are cold. My face is cold.From our...