He paints his chilling dream tonight — Tortured faces full of fright Clawing their way out alive From his infernal …
The Midas Touch
A sudden rush of Golden Light. King Midas’ touch — a curse, a blight. The gifted, gilded, Gallant One, Spawns …
The Sleeping Ones
Stealthy as you go, Ne’er to wake the Sleeping Ones, The vacant, vanquished, voiceless ones, The rotting, reeking, rancid ones, …
The Guardians
I travelled East today To see the Guardians of whom, my parents say, “They ne’er abort their post by day …
The Frail Grey
We, the Frail Grey, The ones who say, “Arise! And live your Life Rife with pain — and gain. Be …
The Death of Me
I bleed — Blood so thick and black Of type unknown. From whence it pours To pool beneath my feet …
The Crippled Hands of Time
To turn the crippled hands of time Back to days anew — When Love was young and dreams were mine …