His Fathers Son

It was around that age When young soldiers begin To grab hold of the world around them in hopes of moulding their wings, That he was met with silence. That echoes cackled, Crackling against the walls Of his mother's house, Whispering secrets that speak with The knowledge of a world that Lived Before the empty … Continue reading His Fathers Son

Man In The Mirror

"we are nothing more than enemies!"  the man in the mirror elates, he hates when I mumble all my musings in front of his face. Hates when I step into the world instead of him, instead of king, he says I play pawn, squandering my limbs. Haunting my inner monologue, hiding in snide soliloquies, tied … Continue reading Man In The Mirror