Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Wiles Of Wine (Shadow)

Wits laden the incensed wine.
Over mulled, unbraced.
Pits deepened with now sourer wiles.
Slower tolled clinks - fazed.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Bespectacled Boy

Cry not boy for your fallen heros.
Their yellow flame torched and touched.
Lacked no vigour - but stronger the foes.
It’s just a game for a name that juggles fame.
Shed a tear and agonize brief.
Trust not much a hope, and fudge.
It alters no fate, prolongs the grief.