Waymaker
_"Thank you, my friend, for coming."_ _"He is safe? He found his way to you without being hurt?"_ _"He is unhurt. It is a dangerous world to walk in but he came to no harm."_ _"Good. He's already known too much suffering."_ _"What is 'too much?'...
Epitaph Annus Horibillis
Here lies two thousand twenty four: In ways, the worst year yet we've seen. And now here comes, again, once more, The worst humanity can dream. But I am here. And you are here. And that makes we, Miraculously. And they may kill me yet,...
Epigram
There is no need to balance every joy with every sorrow. If paradise is waiting it can wait until tomorrow.
Ragnarok - Prologue
"Amidst the journey of our life I awoke in a dark wood" - Dante Alighieri, _Divine_ _Comedy_ "In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he...
The Lone And Level Sands Stretch Far Away
Even while we were starting reentry, I didn't think ey'd go through with it. I thought I was the romantic. But ey did, and just like in all the ancient spirit-tale romances, here we are, on a previously uncharted world as our first act together...
Wedding Speech for Khaki
Well, it may not be for me to try to speak about your wedding, Beyond 'congratulations,' or some mildly sexy teasing. And it may not be the ragnarok it might be for some people (I'll not name them but to say June once was theirs and is no...
Memorial Ballade for West
The bruise under my fingernail remains Now two months and a half, since you are gone. You grazed me, panicking beneath your pains, With fangs I’d forced your medicine beyond. I heal, it seems. It seems I must live on. How long until I can no...
To the Last Memory of John and Syd
Dearly beloved, we gather here, Where gatherings are forbid, Though never a grave will either have, Nor coffin, nay, nor lid, To drink, at least, the last memory To John, and his Dear Friend Syd. John was a terror and reprobate Who blew...
This Poem Is Haunted
This is the house that he built out of breath. That was his living. This is his death. These are his clothes, though he needs them no more. Those were his shoes, left outside the door. These are peeled grapes, but pretend they're his...
A Lesson in Hauntings
"So I s'pose I can take it fer granted that y'all're interested in ghosts?" Eli faced away from the group. The flashlight in his paw illuminated nothing but the dust of what had once been the town of Bitter Sands. "Who else," Ben said, "signs up for...
Redacted Ballade
Once there was a pharaoh heir In Egypt-land, as preachers sing, Who thought it really wasn’t fair To praise his aunt for anything. Though swift and sharp may chisels ring, Hatshepsut’s name continueth Still heard. She still remains a king. ...
And the Chunnering Wyrm Doth Chide
Well, it's a complicated story. This was a few years back, by now. I was trying to get up toward St. Arringer's, I'd had a message from a cousin there was work to be had. So I was catching long distance busses when I could afford em and hitchhiking...