Macbeth – Parisian Poetry

To Hell ~ Before The Battle

I am like Earth’s coldest starHigh as ZeusStubborn as Mars What surcease success bringsIn my sorrowUntimely weptBring on the morrow Into the mirror of my mindBumble beeStings at my insidesTill there be no more For in that battles’ lossSwift victory hath wonAs all my memories comeTo be with me before the mornings drum By ‘TheContinue reading “To Hell ~ Before The Battle”

What Seemed Corporal

Wherefore does the wind blow? Whence did the season change? One more damned miss And I’ll be cast out this frame What light will lend to such myths of folklore when a candle is snuffed out? What god-fearing people once whispered around the golden flames of an open fire, instilling fear in younger generations toContinue reading “What Seemed Corporal”