PoeticKnight

"The world is tiffany-twisted, Haunted by sanity’s sins. We all are just wandering Shadows in the wind. But if the magic missed its mark And all the poets turned to stone, Would you still stand beside..."

"What weary travelerHas entered my mind this nightTo whisper of the strangeness thatAlludes my mortal sightMight this mad-man's tale be trueHis words so full of hateThey pierce the darkness of my soulM..."

"I heard a changeling call my name.In a changing world, she’s still the same.But does she fear her doubt or doubt her fear?Or is she even really here?She used to dance through heaven’s seamsBefore she ..."

"Well, three or four years backI read an article ‘bout some catThat a bunch of scientists had gone and cloned.And I kinda’ took a likin’ to the story,Thought I’d head on down to that laboratoryTo see j..."

"There’s no more bridges to be burned No more lessons to be learned No more lies to be told No more dreams to be sold No more waiting, no more stalling No more feeling like your falling No more life an..."

"Does every broken mirror Reflect your broken heart? Does every whisper warn you, “Go not gentile through the dark.” Does every shadow Claim to be your soul? And when you watch a storm Do you feel ou..."

"Are you trapped in mystery’s cage? A trigger of rage A solider of fate A minion of hate Independently sane Like a storm without rain Like a world without change Like infinite strange. So wake your sl..."

"Gathered pawns all stood aside To watch the Queen go passing by And no one heard the Bishop’s scream, “A rook is racing towards the King!” But the knight in his solitary trek, Too far away to thwart..."

"I’m lost in a maze of incoherent dreams Can’t seem to fly with these neo sensitive wings Running from the mechanical flocks Round and round a paradox So if you ever take reason for granted And the wo..."

"On cold, white winter nights haunted melodies take flight and linger in the air like ghosts without a prayer. And to the troubled sound a shadow crowns you king, but you wake to find it all a dre..."

"All the parlor poets, pens in hand, Write tales about the man With hourglass eyes. Who, in whispering shades of gray, Watched the magic fade away And never wondered why. And if you listen to his sto..."