Timothy
Jack's Twisted Kingdom
Pyro & the Gale
Pyro
Laughter breaks in a moonlit sky
bringing forth that lovely smile
Cast away, the shores of pain, doubt
never forget the winds of change
The cowardly roar of shame bleats,
the singing lust does await
The rolling hills of ecstasy remain within
the smoothed touch, my fingers edge
Across the shores, so far away I wait
I lust, I need some subtle malign
Motionless in sudden heat
coming from your shell
the time is nigh
when the dawn sky breaks
well of touched skin,
new emotion leaving us in a swell
'Til next we meet in dreamed felled lakes,
my soul kissed lover
when the moon dances
The Gale
soldiers marked by gundust and grit,
fettered and trudging endlessly on
marred by the shotguns hit
arid and dry the scorched air
damned them in time,
sand plumes exploding without sound
the shattered air richochet's off
their melted brow's,
fingering triggers ever again
bleeding hearts and blistered minds,
waiting, the cacophony
churning in sweat at a stank beat
hates spills on greased slicked
hills, the minds eye dead
and thier acrimony chills
waited the enemy strikes,
casting off sheets of bullets
down into their sights
the lone man stands,
bloodied and burned in
a shining state
cast away in the winds,
time beats on
but nary one returns