Steps to Where?

Leading to a gradient of marauding, twisted trees, A forlorn set of decrepit steps vows “never will we leave.” For decades now, I’ve passed this place and observed their perilous stand. A single act of defiance against an enemy’s groping and treacherous hand. I...

A Harmonious Melody

A castle’s built of sculptured stone Atop the craggy heights To keep the King on his haughty throne Away from his gofer’s sights. The air he breathes is old and dank And reeks of jealous rage. Jesters spew their putrid pranks Upon their rotted stage. So what of wealth...