If you could find me  Buried deep within the moss …

She doesn’t have long for this world, he said.  Simple…

The ground was frozen when we arrived at the manor …

Money and power are an endless need. You call yourself…

When the rain stopped  The clouds emptied and skies drained…

The multicolour lights twinkle aglow  Cutting through the murky night …

There’s a tasteful temptation to the pessimum.   To the husk…

The sky extinguishes rapidly  Gone in a blink  Brightness melts…