Category Archives: Poetry

Orange

The color of decay / Is not grey, / As mold or dust, / For neither rust, / As autumn’s beast bellows, / And from its maw, rainfall flows…

Harpaphe Haydeniana

A many-legged, miniscule marauder, / A stealthy, silent soldier, / Feeds upon the decaying and the dead. / With a mouthful of rusty needles, / He fertilizes the forest floor, / Decorates his shiny, black, skeletal armor, / With mustard-yellow war paint, / Warns away the furry, bucktoothed giants, / And the feathered, beaked pilots, / Tempted to pierce and crack / The forest infantryman’s bony plates, / And receive a mouthful of cyanide…

Mourning the Moonlight Switch

I pity those who cross my path / When the moon insights my wrath / I never plan to wound my friends / I cannot say what the wolf intends…

Tale of a Sputtering Spark

A deceitful act encapsulates, / Taints, represses, and destroys / Innocent eyes and trusting souls / Color drains and greyscale paints / Across the once blissful dreamscape / That encouraged joyous naïveté…

The Twin Terror Realms

The deepest dread / Hides among the dead / Clawed fingers, gnarled hands / Scrape the mists of the Shadowlands / Grasp adventurers’ ankles / Trap them either above or below / Until the darkest door devours / Or the raunchiest ranch ravishes / Their valorous souls…

The Crickets and the Cars

The crickets hummed in noonday sun. / Summer scorched the cool greens of Spring, / Dyed the pastures a warm, wheaten yellow / To match the bright, burning rays. / The frontliners of the season’s change / Signaled the crickets to emerge and sing / Their characteristic melody…