The secret must be written on the bones why else would they keep them here…
The Hanged Man
The clouds that morning were the kind that said someone, somewhere, had been hanged in the night.
Gather round this flame with all the rest and listen to talk of broken things in these catacombs of all we never said…
A New Master
Dishonored at the gate we held Backs bent, bones broken, arrows pierced our souls But we did not give way…
Ask, and the world will open itself unto you The crystal passages spiraling to the center Catacombs sprawling beneath the busy streets above In light shunned by those who walk these halls.
Light the Way
Flames pulled the inner lining of my threadbare jacket The only cover on a soul washed raw A trickle of blood from an injury I never noticed Washed by rain from my face upturned to the sky.
The world is cold and dark with pockets of warmthNot the other way around.Like a city in winter—darkness filling in cracks betweenInsulated apartments, thick-paned windows to keep out the nightWhere hunger dwells.But the night must sometimes be braved.To live always in warmth is to be helpless when the cold comesWhen journeys are completed, or failed,Retreat…
Light and Dark
A lamp illuminates a stones’s throw And at its edge, darkness reigns.