Stole Away

 Sometimes when the heavens pour, The lightening cracks and storm does roar, I love to stand out in the rain And call to you, release my pain. I feel the need to vent this rage; A judge to sanity some may gauge? Such morbid pastime they might say, But it wasn’t them who stole away?    (Image courtesy xGothicKittyx on deviantart.com)

A Lycan Night

Slowly, slowly, moving on I follow the lead of my venting breath A chill The hairs on my neck stand on end Every crack of twig Every whoosh of wind And every second is an eternity Moon strays from behind cloud Illuminating a darkling wood A call. My blood freezes I am frozen I want […]