How long I’ve had to sit idly ogling Misdirecting meddlers to maintain the status quo Fighting for the very thing I hoped to overthrow At last my servitude’s been rewarded I’m tingling with triumph that can’t be reversed I stared into reality and it blinked first Vigilo Unflinching as the centuries pass Opperior Sipping secrets from a bottomless...Learn More

There In the clearing Or the alley Or a head in the crowd over There Unprotected Separated From the pack, as an ideal Mark How their pulse pounds In their soft neck Smell the fear in the air as they Tense Hold your focus Keep your balance Bare your teeth and your claws and then: Strike Let all civilized thought drop away Submit to the instincts of...Learn More

Could it be I have a guest? Well come right in Welcome to the foyer of The Distortion Escher never build a place so non-euclidean Abandon reason, rhyme, and any satisfact...tory endings at the door The calmest and most sensible have tread my trying halls Still my mazes drove their frantic skulls against my walls Join their giddy gibbering, their...Learn More

Once there was red A nervous rose took root and slowly spread It’s scarlet blossoms set my cheeks aflame At the mention of your name And once there was blue An icy ache exhausting to subdue Cold indigo that mocked my empty arms Would that red had stronger charms Is meagre joy for sorrow numbed a terribly high cost? If no one cares you’re missing...Learn More

Old as hunger, old as pain Mr. Pitch is sunlight’s bane Fire might soothe age-old doubt But sometime it must wink out Old as hunger, old as pain Mr. Pitch will ever reign Those who serve the dark divine Drink of brackish, blackish brine Tranquil in our stygian womb One with still and endless gloom Those who serve the dark divine All to Mr. Pitch...Learn More