Poems from Erysian
Though my stars be dark and my spirit black
It is not without reason that you find this lack
Of empathy, pity, mercy, or care
For others...
Within a cage of white-ribbed bars stirs a dragon, cruel and fierce,
A spirit of flame and fury, the wrath of wind,
All fang and fight, a...
I am a patchwork stitchery of Frankenstein skin, adorned by the bits and bobs of society,
Stretched taut over a hollow, glass egg, that,...
Please don't cut, please don't cry
Just come here beside me and lie
Your head on the down of your wings
My sweet little Angel, who can't...
What am I without my mask,
My rod, my scepter, my queenly throne?
I do not know, why don't we ask
The great unknown?
I lived my days...