In the pale, faint, morning light, Dawn, with fingers lily white, in stillness waits for Phoebus bright to set her all aglow. And when the s...

These fine, strong sons of mine, it is not right that they should be required to wait, confined to savage lawlessness, their growing might l...

The bell, that once rang out so loud and clear, is cracked and silent; still we gather 'round, for thund'rous is the hush we've ...

I lay me down to sleep tonight, and deep regret and mourning fill my weary soul with longing for the watch I cannot keep; I taste the merest...

The precious death wells up from depths below, the sunshine of a thousand summers bright, distilled in fluid blackness, and the glow is from...

The golden death, it shimmers on the sea; Too brilliant, radiant rainbows seal the vow That not by water, but by fire, will be The final end...

The blood of silence pounds within my ears, And yet my lips are sealed as living scrolls, As I, unworthy wait these silent years; the word b...