..the poems here are some of the poems i have in my latest project.
He soars high above the towering hill
His claws are stretched aiming for the kill
He is the reaper; his sickle shall find you by and by
You are the prey; yours is the piercing cry.
One step forward, one step nearer to my grail
I pray for strength that I may at last prevail
O that I may again be free of his vengeful will
O that I may be free to roam valley and hill
Four little cubs yet to be weaned
Have set traps for the son of the whirlwind
Does the apple fall far from the tree?
Let them wait; I float away, safe and free
Angels and demons, drinking the cup of war
Here I am, his fingers push me to the fore
I am the Devil’s pawn, I wield his flaming sword
Bound to his will by the cords of my word