A Cabin in the Woods
In the heart of the forest, deep in the wild,There stands a cabin, a sight to behold.Its walls are of wood, its roof is of thatch,And the windows are small, but they let in the light. The door is ajar, … Read More
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The Storm that Brewed
The wind swirled outside the pane glass window Through the dim light of the early morning, She stared intently at the yard outside. Leaves blew haphazardly, As the rain pelted the walkway. A strong gust of wind swept the trees, … Read More
When the Solstice Passed
Countenance a bird?Is it by the fields of giant rain,And then, since breaking of a tare. ‘T was wont to the whole.If I am I,And debauchee of gnome,Himself, himself is not comeUntil the north degreeWades so, when the solstice passedThat … Read More
Sympathising Quake
Sympathising quake, Ye earth and with time, While yet a summer weather. How shallow as the echo hath pillowed them, To the lofty elm-tree sprays And bears me to wood, from thence. And brought to crow so happily, I aspire … Read More
Lost in the Valley
Family and hides, and steady, More bright than forward it; ’Tis peace’s end of things For elegy shall sing, And greets its bowers, Only auroral heats, Who’s famous with my grief. The Crow — and yonder fen is; Like a … Read More
Masters of Camps
Great, it re-peopled from their arms the august masters of camps, To each other, fluid, a transparent lakes, thy errors, perturbations of smoke of new ways and left hand Walt Whitman! Longer than you? or my poems would not mere … Read More
Evil and Happy On the Dream
Strangely grotesque beneath the shimmering clouds We speak to green spells within the sky Take cover! The devil is gone All scary on the water You dream of tiny spirits beyond the virgin Damn! The Knave will come again Evil … Read More
The Merry And Fun Crocodile
Whose crocodile is that? No one knows. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch him frown. I cry hello. He gives his crocodile tail a shake, And sobs until the tears make. … Read More
The Spirit of Intense Sorrow
Arcana Lionbattler was a warrior poet who traveled the road between The Deadly Imp Alehouse and the The Vulgar Emperess’ Hall, two run-down inns on the edge of the borderlands. She would sing for her supper, and The Spirit of Intense Sorrow … Read More