All is not well
What monsters you make of them
The play’s the thing
Make a heaven of hell
With dance and delight
A prince of power
Believe me, king of shadows,
Torpedoed
I’ve gone numb
Searching for a meaning
Time to forget
Wretched, rash, intruding souls,
They run away
Serpent stung
Most delicate
Abomination
What cannot remember
Spring come September
Something more than seeming
Reckless measures
O…I need only patience
What need for ten?
For five? For one?
An excuse to fly
It’s treason otherwise
Searching for a meaning
Something more than seeming