Shadow faux

Sung upon my brow that dainted blood writ,
Felt me this morning that woke me that shine,
This sun that transpires through me that gay glow,
Whose great command did upon me stood for day begin,
Alas! For more the day that time expire for I to night delay,
That soothes me thorough a warmer fire than what cold may,
However, this light is only my great’st enemy that I long lay,
And frail of my own sight could blind me that I confront her, Read More

Ongoing plight

Out of the darkness forth a shadow came,
Sits upon the bench in that darkness same,
Air it breathes thus ventures towards its host;
Lays still by;- feet planted in mud ere lost,
Brings closer to himself that his shadow boast, Read More