Ebon Petal

from the mire
of iniquity
would ask
to not be forgotten
when the age of Light
shines on all that are found


Writ of Thorn and Petal

i feel my age of writing
is coming to an end.
summoning visions,
night after night,
only exhausts;
only drains.
were it so easy
to only draw upon
the joy
i once felt.
bringing you out
from within the tumblers of mind
only hastens the descent
of the scythe.
i implore you;

it is not enough
to bury the shadow.
only when basked
in glorious light
will it end
with you.

and i will do my best
to make sure
it ends
with me.



some days
you are nothing more
than a butterfly
and i admire the way
you effortlessly flit
through my mind.
but other days,
you are downpour
and it’s like
i never got over you
at all.


The Burning

come to me,
oh Lord,
that i might know you.
arm me,
not in the ways of this world
but in your Word,
so that instead of relying
on my emotions,
which are easily manipulated
and changed,
i can rely on your Promise,
which does not ever change.


Runs in the Family

it broke my heart
to hear you say
how excited you were
to see the man i would become
because the both of us knew
too well
you wouldn’t be seeing
any of it.


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