Darkness shrouds
the rot
where black waters
thicken
mottled mosses
cover
marsh gases sputter
and ignite
exotic lamps of
fantasy
NIGHTSMAN
It was I
that plucked
your flowers
from the bed
and know
you planted carefully
nursing
them from birth
I am sorry
they were beautiful
so vibrant
yet standing still.
Nightsman
- Fires Embrace
- My Love is But a Weed
- Of Snow Angels and Roses
- Snowfall
- The Whispered Call
- Fairy Lights
- To Tell The Truth
