Castle In The Shadows (poetry 2014-present)

Splatters on the window splatters on the sill empty but warm and cozy in here and nigh are the tears yet still bringing forth an arid chill a whisper waiting til the sunrise over the hill

Painted alive temple or shrine when I worship it just to repair on healing plants it shall then dine mugwort and milk thistle and a prayer of mercy, or two to pay for what's past due is the secret that lies in you yes the secret that lies in you is written in a tinge when desperation was impinged to keep from becoming unhinged the immensity internalized well it really makes me cringe ... The pain went under recognized but it had to move a solidier in disguise though a butterfly... Yes a butterfly with a combat shield in snow barren fields without much yield with fragility concealed ... but how long could it go on how long could a bandage last how long could plaster be cast with sweat and tears under the mask ... and now beneath the shell lies a frail and battered bunch of cells at the mercy at the gate this body can no longer wait - S. Rose Ashcraft