

Yon Man of StrawWhat is it about, The autumn day, Next to the colors, Encroaching grey, A shadow, A coat, A thought, A cross, The mirror image, Of a savior's loss,Yon Man of Straw
What stand you for, Oh man of straw, You hold no court, No verdict, no law, You govern with lack, Of iron hand, For it is wood, With which you stand,
The birds of black, Oppose your rule, Never one shy An airborn school, They cackle loud, They speak their mind, A display, If you will, A complex in kind,
You stand the breeze, Wave


The Peer of JennyThe rain had been falling for near three days as the boy sat at his desk, looking out of his second story window at the dreary scene before him. He did not feel the sorrow and discontent those of the working world beheld upon the return to a dismal house and a dank garden. He quite enjoyed absorbing the view of a monotone world in which the people, all dressed in dull colors and traversing as apparitions, seemed numbed to their daily emotional instabilities.The Peer of Jenny
A minivan pulled into a large puddle and up to the curb that lay in front of the house to the left of his. Upon the completion of stopping, the rear door slid open to unleash


The Dark PrinceI. He sat alone, so late the hour, Outside, the leaves, flowers and lake, Not one tremble, stir or quake, The stars then began to wane and cower, Beckoning the moons new awesome power, Lost shadows below, did convulse and shakeThe Dark Prince
II. The moon did smile, the stone-cast tomb, The webs of angels, breathe silver tears, Murky waters hold baptismal fears, Within the garden, the fallen bloom, Their beauty lost to encroaching gloom, With minds stretched far, they evade the years
III. The sun shone bright, this dreary day, Reveal young blo