Gorgons in the grasses by my windowPhantoms in the corridors of mind,Elves and Angels flit amongst the fairiesBut Godhead is the hardest thing to find..
There is no Makers formulaThis life depends on chance,The way you play your given cardsDepicts your daily dance.Oh dogma flows in utteranceFrom pulpit..
Aaargh yes.....With mighty clapThe Thunderhead with venom breaks.....And jagged lightning streaks across the sky,Blindingly, the white flash downward ..
Downy moss doth grow in shadowEmerald and darkly damp,Ancient as the runes of legendLost to time's priescent ramp.Damp and downy, roundly soft Pubesce..