All is not well
What monsters you make of them
The play’s the thing
Make a heaven of hell
With dance and delight
A prince of power
Believe me, king of shadows,
Torpedoed
I’ve gone numb

Searching for a meaning

Time to forget
Wretched, rash, intruding souls,
They run away
Serpent stung
Most delicate
Abomination
What cannot remember
Spring come September

Something more than seeming

Reckless measures
O…I need only patience
What need for ten?
For five? For one?
An excuse to fly
It’s treason otherwise

Searching for a meaning
Something more than seeming