Angels and Moths

Fog drifts like ghosts across the road
And souls are snagged in yellow beams
Fortress high, the hedgerows rise
On either side long, labyrinthine

Winding past hidden strangers, veiled
In brightness like angels
Confused by light I drift moth-like
Only to find my wings submerged again

A fox darts by, back straight, feet blurred
Our paths come close to crossing tonight
Neither of us can fathom the meaning
Of the other’s journey home

Doll's House

he found her love
but lost her form
she was the wasteland,
the dream lord
she turned and saw
him awakened
in this realm of death

she rots the room, corrupts
once used, now left
a withered flower
in matted black
his head stayed hidden
like the berry
burning safe inside

you must bring another
to tell the tale
of how she ran
gazelle formed, swift
the spear was thrown
she fell, he froze
obsidian cold
and lost