Stormy Skies

Goodness, another rather soppy one. I really must work harder at visiting the darker, more disturbed recesses of the mind as that’s where I find far more interest. Still, hope you like this one.
As always, thank you for reading.

It’s time that ticks away upon a
Rainy day with nothing left but
Wasted breath and aching bones
But what should I be doing?

The clouds they fly like harried ghosts ‘cross
Battered sky from east to west and
Seem to me a blanket dark
But who knows where they’re going?

And with the storm that gathers hence comes
Glowering mood within my breast which
Colours each and every word
And every prayer worth saying.

So with a sigh my back is turned ‘pon
Jeweled glass of rain soaked pane and
Battered window so secured
Though here inside I’m smiling.

For though the weather black it is with
Rain and wind and stormy skies my
World is filled with sunlights glow
Thanks to your very being.

Seventh Star

A quick, soppy, romantic one for you all. Hope you like it.

Meet me ‘neath the seventh star
Where secrets such we’ll share.
For nought but night will cover us
No sound but knowing air.

Meet me ‘neath the crimson moon
Where kisses sweet we’ll share.
For clouds above will shelter us
Such shadows ever there.

Meet me ‘neath the purple sky
Where words of love we’ll share.
For all about us evening cool
On skin that’s soft and bare.

Meet me ‘neath the heavens high
Where lives as one we’ll share.
For all about us world is harsh
But forever I’ll be there.

Reblog : Devil Clothed In Mortal Sin

A reblog this evening. Once more, I’m working on a couple of pieces, but this is here to tide me over. Hope those of you that have not read this before, enjoy it.

Devil clothed in mortal skin,
whispering words
of sweet tasting sin.

Hidden from view, in plain sight
walking among us
by day and by night.

Eyes that burn with crimson hue,
speak of the lies
that seem oh so true.

Encouraging evil, remaining apart
feeding the darkness
in tar blackened heart.

A single word in willing ear,
can change sweet slumber
to dreams filled with fear.

As each day passes, influence grows,
growing in power
while nobody knows.

Watch for this evil, be ever aware,
for though he may dwindle,
he’ll always be there.

Shaping the world and all that’s within,
this devil clothed,
in mortal skin.