The Scarlet of ValorWere we brought forth to be monsters,The Scarlet of Valor3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Instruments made for channeling deceit?
Where rancor’s lies and hatred feed us,
And another’s misery is our peace?
Just whose shoulders do we stand for?
On this clever grueling affair?
Or do we go and purge on blindly,
Like fish swimming in air?
If its strength we wish to have proven,
Then far too long it has been done.
Done with ways much too impeccable,
Pushing humanity into the slum.
But a commodity without fulfillment,
Will take those without a price.
What we protect goes on to crumble,
But we’re all deaf to our own cries.
Thus from a pain was borne much more,
Like a rained on se
What Truly LingersAlways fearing the ever nearingWhat Truly Lingers35 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Breathing, snorting noise I’m hearing
To catch me with the claws of myth
A haunting thought I can’t sleep with
As I wonder, deep under cover
Outside the rain, the wind, the thunder
I’m terrified, with my mortal eyes,
To see what lingers here inside
As the lighting, ever so frightening,
Could illuminate a horrible likening
Far in the corner, bent and hunched over
A figure in pictures of overexposure
But yet I see, nothing to the degree
Of anything that would panic me
I'm just alone, sleeping in my home
No one outside but the garden gnome
Outside I hear, ‘don’t ever fear!’