Posted in drama, haiku, My Poetry, rondelet, Writing

A Few Poems

Slowly awaking,
nature bathes in morning light–
it’s ready to bloom.


While carefree minds
feeble observations
and tie the art of magic
with ostentation,
in-depth analysis
a clear correlation
between magicless existence
and bleak imagination.


A feast for death
is underway as war begins.
A feast for death…
we will need all our strength and stealth
to cleanse the enemy’s dark sins.
We’ll judge their slaves, we’ll judge their kings–
a feast for death.

I felt guilty about the Daily Post prompts I missed=)

Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments!



Absolutely fantastic procrastinator. Creative, often irrational, hyperactive. Reader, writer, artist, photographer, film-maker, gamer.

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