The world comes through as reflections on glass And I wonder what those on the other side see If anyone exists in the room beyond the window Longing as I do to step off the ledge...
King in Chains
Bright Lights and Happiness
Voices scream out in pain, and the crowd cheers Begging for more insight into torment Give us a taste of that world of hellfire Cut us open with the same knife that slit your wrists...
Two Prisoners
He who lives in fear gives way to shadows Certain of the doom laid out for him by the stars A patchwork tapestry of fraying ends and holes torn away The words once whispered to him in the deep of night...
View From the Highest Tower
From atop the highest tower in the city You can imagine that, far off on the horizon, The fires of the battlefield are just visible As reflections of stars uncaring on the world below...
A Proclamation
Wrapped in a proclamation to the world Within anthems called out across the rooftops A whispered command waits to be discovered Hidden between the blood-spattered pages...
Comfort of Darkness
When night falls, a prophet roams the streets And all who hear his voice close their doors, shutter their windows— Barricade against the call to arms The challenge of a mind that sees beyond the wall.
Visions Over the Sea
Where the moon’s reflection meets the city’s edge I boarded a ferry to cross over with the rest To a place that has always waited for us This, the final passage of dreamers...
Treasure in Hills Too High
There’s treasure in the hills that hold us back Too high to climb, so here we stay Where crops burn in arid fields We search for buried gold while our stores run dry...
Path Through Wild Thickets
Tread the path through wild thickets Overgrown with the remnants of legend Once made flesh, now to dust returned Fear not the shadows stirring in this place...
Send Out Your Thousands
Send out your thousands to tear the world apart Bring down fire from above and blur the front lines Erased as they’re drawn in shifting sands So that tomorrow might seem different from today
The Cobbler’s Workshop
The cobbler stands out front of his shop Smoking a cigarette on the street corner And I’m thinking how close he is to a storybook character Maybe he is one...
I Discarded Infinity
The faces seem all too close together Muddled against a thousand streaks of color Voices overlapping, waves in the sea Calm sky over streets longing to live...
Under a Moving Sky
Light shows play out along a gossamer thread In air the wild ones breathed A beast of many eyes is ready to lift you out Should color lose its meaning, or gain it anew...
Down to the River
Mist off the surface of the river is a cloak Over the backs of we who walk among the trees Joy is our song this day of glory Light and darkness dance together as one...
Skin Over Iron Bones
A cold city speaks of storybooks Cracks in the pavement spell out the final chapters Footsteps in the snow dotting i’s and crossing t’s A saga complete with no voice to read it aloud Yet heard by all who stop to listen.
