Song

She will outblind them all
As she tends to her costume of malice
In thickening night, with her strings of pall
For her pride precedes her downfall

Alone she stands in the palace lawn
Where windswept chambers mock her song
Like a rare orchid so fragile in bloom
Waiting for her nauseous dawn

Green

Grey are my choirs of dissonance
Crimson is my swollen earth
Pungent is my ominous black incense
That marks the damage done by my birth

Distant are my violet whores
Where heavens never shed a tear
Pink are my farthest shores
My pictures of distaste are near

My broken king, savour your brown
White is your only turmoil
Soft and Green are her luscious lips
That kiss me through the velvet soil

Return of the Regulator

Reminds you of Warren G? I still can't find that audio cassette. This field has been barren for quite some time. It's because those rockets stopped hitting on the inside. Once again, the urge has taken over me. I've had enough fuel to stoke my flames. Burn baby,burn!

Moon

Today, i attended a funeral. Not in my family, but then, what difference does it make?
They put him on the pyre to honour the sun. I saw his eyes, half open. His sky was white. His moon was black.

Magic

Under a pearl studded sky and a purple moon, they sat, wrapped around each other as if two recidivists clinging onto the only thing they had ever managed to steal. The reticent lake had never witnessed something so placid. The dew laden night flowers blushed with envy for they knew no neologies. Cession had a new meaning. The dark night watched as they poured more caresses.

My gleaming eye in her necklace reflected a stare of primal regret. My magic never worked on her. His did!