The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.


sigh...

glazing in a daze

out into a sleeping land

i wish upon a star

delicately do i do in

as it stirs the soul

.sin

the blinding darkness holds me closely

warms me in its grasp

drawing me closer to my end

whereupon you lie master

maketh the mark of the side ….

.sin

an uninterested sadness envelopes me
rendering a restless soul dead

a mind now screaming for peace
it burns in its toil

drawn blood turns to dust
choking the very life it gives

blackened eyes shadow my vision
impure tears streak in vain

caged i feel in this mortal coil
release me from this immortal foil

.sin

Was asked to write about a _ _ T, my contribution to the poetry sessions ... guess what, its pretty simple

_ _ T ._..

tread softly my dear ,

you walk in the footprints of the past

a eyeful comparison

emerald eyes of burnt envy

mastered by none

worshipped as gods

ra at night

a chasing fantasy at day

I offer you passage

for in nine I live

tread softly my dear ,

you walk in the footprints of the past

.sin