As you gaze       and come to recognize            the black fire within me,                and realize you're now claimed,   you say, "no gothic rose       can be dominated!        ...

The words and linesaren't coming today.I lie down for a nap.I dreamt of metaphorsand similes.I woke up.The years swim awaylike bass at spawningtime.

The lady of sorrow  does not possess a name. For the sake of this poem, I will call her: Lady Sorrow.   There's another time in another place, where she sat deep between the slopes of a ravine.    It was overcast,  and so was the spirit in her eyes. Where...

It remains so hard to then hedge,when you live here on the edge—live on the cusp of life and death,separated by only a single breath. Peering down from this height,within a dark and endless night—a never-ending sea of black ink,here,...