A furtive glance, upon thee cast

unearths fond memories of the past.

They're evanescence, fading fast.

Against doubt, I implore, outlast!

If failure strikes true, lost in vast

shall be dear memories from our past.

Consumed by loss, driven aghast,

against your will, our time has passed.

Alone in bed,

the creaks grow nearer

. . .silence. . .

He pounces, I scream!

It's my dog.

How now can I be of such unsound mind

when no true acts of turpitude befall

any abhorrent dalcop who dare chide

my superb genius with arrogant gall?

Wherefore art thou all not treated as hounds?

Madness lies within ignorant vessels.

Hearken, sanity rings with charming sounds

While hark thou to the murmurs of devils.

Unbind me now from my infernal chain.

Each link I bear, deceit, for I am sane.

A retreat for us all,

a fine place to rest.

What could go wrong?

This place is the best.

So let us now go,

let us fleet, flit, and fly.

Nothing will happen.

It's not like we'll die.

You seem so distraught,

is this some type of ploy?

All work and no play

makes me a dull boy.

Wendy, don't run,

for my axe head is brawny.

I'll chop through this door

and shout out here's Johnny.

You think you can hide

inside of this maze?

I'll find you here, Danny

and make this your grave!

Darkness plays the tender tune of silence,

Gently relinquishing your soul to sleep.

Weary heart searching for loving guidance,

Leaving your kin for a moment to weep.

Unfurl your blessed wings, take off in flight,

Let heaven claim a new angel tonight.

Deep in the pine wood

Grew a special tree.

Thinking, there I stood

Rooted deep was me.

I pondered the thought

Of getting my saw.

Right and wrongness fought,

Dumbfounded, in awe.

Looking blindly for

Something, nothing there.

Deep within the core,

Inside, never bare

But, the other trees

Never care at all.

Still, they always tease

wanting me to fall.

I am not as strange

As they seem to think.

Maybe I can change?

Always on the brink.

Wanting to fit in,

Trying hard to cope.

Lost without my kin,

Always losing hope.

Winter is a stellar rhyme

At times, the beauty is sublime.

Sometimes sad and sometimes gay

Sometimes makes pain fade away.

Can be bitter, can be sweet

Can be boring, can be neat.

Perhaps nice, or perhaps mean

Perhaps hidden, perhaps seen.

Someplace shy while someplace bold

Someplace warm while someplace cold.

But, there never is a time,

That winter's not a stellar rhyme.