Profound is the Coven

 

Just does not emerge correctly.

What has been…

What is left to be seen!

The fallen, who have encompassed their way round unmindful feet.

Crisped, insightful, deliberate, not by their own nature, everlasting…for another’s defeat.

The seasons have rearranged.

And, lost the entitled, in winds that ravaged.

In complacency, an aloof being, would use the expression…Savage.

Profound is the coven.

The ordained by hands of another.

Another who does not speak.

Yet, awaits a vale…to peak.

Mum, are the reptiles, the flora, the fauna…

A universe of beauty under soil’s sheet.

Thus they lay, in refinement, under my obtuse feet.

Salamander’s Paradise

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There had always been the salamanders in the rain’s fold.

Sun orange.

Only to come out in the rain…or, so, I am told.

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A shine to the cosmos, more challenging in the fields of gray.

The only disconnect between the marsh, so palatable?

An anchored piece of lonely road.

Last Resort Lyrics
Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine? They called it paradise, I don’t know why You call some place paradise, kiss it goodbye!