Death shall have a dominion.Dawn’s birth to day’s life,Dusk’s decay to the death of night:Tis’ not our mortal decision.Youth’s innocent juvenility,Vitality’s vibrancy,The elegantly decaying morbidity,A corpse in the clay of its grave perishing –The funeral of darkness at moonset.Morning’s...

In archaic lore,   bold spiders rise and fall.Her web woven in flamboyance,    then at her leisure,  she feasts each day   on fools she tempted as her prey.  So, it was the end of the moth.  Her delicate wings flailed,  she...