Writings
The Fists of A Fairy Fighter
Fickled flesh flaking fluttering fae-ward
Flanking the ferocious fiend, foaming flames
Thy Fairmen flaunting fowl feathers are frauds
Tis flame fodder for their Fighter of Fame
Freeing her fair forearms and flaring fists
Her Underflesh fitted with fairydust
Fueling the force behind Fera Flynts
Flying face-wards to thy fiend of fust
Flattening, fracturing that fust fiend's fang
Flinging fragments into it's flesh and foam
The faulty framed fiend freed all its fire tank
With her fairydusted femur Flynts flown
Her fists fueled by the fifty foot fall,
Flattening thy fiend, forever forestall
The Metro Poems
2 poems structured around a haunted metro, of tourtured souls—of the living and the dead
Miners of The Metro
Creatures soaked in sooten skin
Crampt beneath the gravel's grin,
Coddled from the scorching sphere,
Coffined by those ghastly gears.
Pickaxes reeked, wrecking rocks,
plastered with those hellish hoss
pets-of-metro's mono-mews,
peering with a haunting hue.
Blitzing tinks, of trembling trains,
blubber-flesh fester and fades.
bashing the tracks and The Trapped,
Bypassers' frill freedom flapped
Lurking in that limestone lane
Lull-less limbs that's lights on lain.
The Murmurs of The Metro
The Metro’s music murmurs
Marauding men and mice
Marring minds of many men
Marching them to mort
Where metal mets muscles
Where minds mush into mud
Beware of the Metro's music
‘Cause it is the Mark of Mort
The Sole Savior of thee Soul-Stealing Strife
An S alliteration Sonnet that revolves around might women quelling the tides of combat with a stone sword
Sanctioned skulls scattered & shattered skywards,
Soldiers' souls screaming, scorning, swinging swords.
Steel & skin, steals spirits, spilling shivers.
Shall thy squires sing of southern speeding-storms,
Sweeping smoke, shrouded soil, shallowing scores,
Shards of shields, steels, & skins soared to thy sun
In the sea-of-soil stood a saboteur,
sheathed in scales & a stone saber that spun.
She smited thy spawns with a single swift stroke,
Her sword savored every severed sinew!
Aye! Even thine steady Sargents soakth soil,
Thine Sean, savior of thy shore, hath been slew.
Nye spell, A Sheila with a sword of stone
Slew soldiers & strifes, with subdued strength shown!