Poems from JOSHUA CALEB ORAM
Stalking the streets for prey,
So many warm hearts beating.
Stay clear out of my way,
Souls ready for the reaping.
I walk amongst them all...
Oh Helena, what be it that Me see in Thy Countenance?
Is it some banished fear or reciprocity from years yore?
Or the doubt to face...
Where will it leave me? Where will it leave you?
We walk together until I stop to face you.
It will end with you on your knees, wallowing...
‘Twas only moments ago, my cup poured out
Only moments ago, took only moments, lasts many moments
Now I feel for an empty flask
My hands...