Memories of Myth

Deep within a forest Lined with crimson trees, There lies a deep cave Stretching for miles and miles, Lit from the glow of gentle crystals, It goes on and on

Crimson Prison

Photo by Andy Buckley on Pexels.com In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I am confined Here, silence reigns, An empty space For the condemned to stay Darkness casts over all, Leaving nary a sliver of light In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I stare at towering walls Within them, I see those Who…

Warden of the Mind

So many stories spinning their webs, Stitching tale after tale together with thread Thoughts, words, itching to break free Expressions of the soul, Wanting to be known

Cold

I feel as if I'm caught in a blizzard, Vision obscured by translucent tears, Body shivering for warmth, Sinking into the deep snow, One step at a time

The Spider’s Journey

Silk strings lacing throughout my mind Are the only remainders of the spider and its journey