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Winter’s Rest Trebled echoes winter’s most beloved rest, whose bosom comforts upon my country, in her cool and chaste refr..

To Remember I remember there was snow that day. A little boy was alone in the park. The air was still and the swings didn’t move..

Suffer the Believers Suffer the Christians, to come unto me. There is no God, but, mortal strains of fear. Of death unknown, and..

Stone Memories The wall then slowly crumbled, while dreams of mother stumbled, as eastern promises stuttered, under father’s sti..

Of Lies and History The promises of men, broken, alight with songs of truths returned, retold to children and nations of children, ..

Narrow I am the rule to be broken, the spirit bridled and chained, within sweet narrows of sorrow. - Johannes Fahrion

Monster A din rush of voices, attendant to myth and misery, on confounding reason played, and rattled by urges of rage. Insi..

Master Monarch He came to me once again, dark, powerful and unannounced. Bold and confident, searing, the virgin birth of my though..

Lindsay Warchild Oh, Lindsay Warchild, too soon and lost. My remorse was stilled, But at what cost? The dare fed, doubled. ..