look not back upon what has past
of all that were, but some will last
visage of evil, lies and deceit
enshroud the true light of which we seek
have all the men who cometh to claim
unwary of paths so laden with pain
reduced great knights to whimpering fools
those once see their sight to lose
still young souls do venture brave, to their doom the road they pave.

solitude.

she sits by the corner
looking
at me
never
uttering a word
never
making a sound
all this while

childhood friend
close companion
she shares my pain
in her cold embrace
i find
solace.