The Beast

Wilted roses under glass Set upon the tabletop Hearing shadows as they pass Unsure how to make them stop. Candlesticks try to advise, Clocks remind me of the hour, As I long for my demise To escape the witch's power. Prowling between empty rooms In this prison I have made, This castle shall be our … Continue reading The Beast

The Dogs of War

The dogs of war are coming They roam the streets at night Marking out their territory Before the coming light Their teeth are made of daggers Their claws are made of steel They roam around the neighborhood Looking for a meal ------------------------------------------------ This poem was inspired by a pack of dogs roaming my neighborhood in … Continue reading The Dogs of War