The Crystal Palace Palace of the wilderness, such marvel to behold, enraptured by the elegance of this beacon in the cold; Children of the midnight sun to whom hope forever clings, abandoned here in fractal time on flightless, palsied wings. Amidst this frosty wilderness we came upon a palace of ruined spires and sunken domes … Continue reading The Crystal Palace (Snow Kingdom part 2)
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Father Time
I ask for no intrusion, give no welcome here. The hour is late, Or mayhaps not. Time plays on in timbres unfathomed - that orchestra of woe, winding wood and brass face; a metronomic bomb swaying back and forth; tick-tock – from dawn of time, back and forth, through rhyme and minuet, forth and back … Continue reading Father Time
A Voice
Always a voice inside me calls, when all around the darkness crawls, I know, I sense, someone is there, can feel the coldness of their stare Who has come at this late hour? into my dreams, for to devour, I fear they have a hold on me, or else they come to set me free. … Continue reading A Voice
Blurred Worlds 