Atop a house stood a black cat. In the mighty sky flew black bats. Sunflower orbs stare back at the moon Stealthy as a raccoon lays the moon.
Behold Halloween Night
The Honeyed Thickets of My Mind
Within the tangled copse of my mind where thoughts grow wild and unruly, a foreign melody weaves through the thickets— uninvited, yet impossible to ignore.
Tempest of an Awakening
Darkened skies slice with a roar, Spirits howling through their hollowed core. Winds of sage, cleansing the air, Rosemary lingers—remembrance laid bare. Thyme in the rubble, courage reborn, The storm reshapes the battle-worn.
Rising Tides of an Awakening
A border “czar’s" flaccid threat. Revere’s ride echoes once more. As red coats shift to red ICE hats, Return five riding spirits of yore.
Harbingers of Havoc
We ride the storms on fumes alone— A Viking’s thirst, chaos our throne. In unhinged weary defiance Wrangled carnage, our sole alliance. Fueled by rage and caffeine’s might, Restless souls that burn too bright. Through shattered dawns and fractured nights, Many a tempest lost in neon lights. Mighty chaos gremlins rise unchained Rebellious fire coursing our veins! Unfazed by rules, unbowed by fate, Harbingers of havoc—check-freaking-mate!
Bone Weary Sonic Dreams
Fatigue vibrates in my core A hum beneath my skin. A weary echo, pulsing low, A song I cannot dim
The Little Cleric Who Would Cast Tacos
Okay, so I may be little, but I’m fun! I admit, a bit round and rotund. But armed with tacos and pints of beer, There’s truly nothing to fear!
Uncharted Waters: A Wayfarer’s Odyssey
Tired and battle-worn, a lone ship sails seas laden with storms.
The Butterfly of Fury
A fierce butterfly emerges from chaos, embodying power and transformation, shaking reality and the cosmos, and heralding liberation through its untamed presence and fiery wings.
Beacon of an Awakening
Exhaustion is my name, crisis is their blatant scheme. No rules, no breaks, no mercy— the same storm, a ceaseless theme.
my letters from beyond the fire 