Rains Descend

Rains descend upon my head The sky grows dark and chill The rush surround my mind and soul To freeze my halting will Clouds move o’er the dawning sun And halt the marching light My vision dims throughout the morn And shrinks into the night Fogs envelope mind and frame The world becomes a haze …

A Ruin’s Lament

Perched astride the mighty cliff, I lie forlorn and old Broken by our time’s relentless march, I’m ruined by the sea The waves persist in crushing strains, the spray a pleasant plume I’m dying on this lonely mount, I’m placed, to ne’er be free Throughout my walls the wind in primal glee performs her whistled …