Poems

Shattered ReflectionsFinal ChorusShattered reflections lose their bitewhen iron walks with measured grace,Shattered reflections crack on edgewhen truth refuses sweeter pace,Only the lily glass stays trueand guides her cuts from place to place,She walks the line she chose to writeand none of them erase.

Shadows on the PathFollow the whispers, follow the lies,Through the hazewhere reason dies.The winding path calls through the black,To the placewhere hope won’t come back. The voices twist, a siren’s lure, they coil around your mind,Each step is heavy,pulling deep, no peace for you to find.The truth is not a distant flame,it’s buried in this

Shattered RealityOutroMachines hum time while the night shift yawns and a siren wails far offlike some distant tea-time bell,I feel the phantom weight of the music boxwhere my hand still remembers its cornerslike a secret I refused to sell,He asked how you win a game that never endsand I answered by waking, by staying,by learning

Shadows of the PastShadows of the past, they rise,Their hollow voices wrapped in lies.Step by step,the veil is torn,A fractured soul, both scarred and worn. Each step forward, the shadows sway,Guiding me to the price I’ll pay.Butin their pain, I find my name,A truth reborn, I claim my flame. Through the shadows, I walk alone,A

Shadows on the MileWalk the mile, beware the dare,Where truths dissolveand lies ensnare.Every shadow watches near,In the dark where thrives your fear. The moon hangs torn, its silver weeps,The crooked roadwhere terror sleeps.Each echo drips with dread’sembrace,Each turn reveals a phantom’s face. In the darkness where we meet,The path is etched with bitter deceit.Butstep by

Roar of ShadowsFeel the roar, the tremble of night,A voice of power,fierce and bright.Through the shadows, where fears ignite,The lion rises,prepared to fight. Through ashes pale and wastelands grim,he carves his jagged way,Each echo born of fearless wrath,a hymn to light the fray.“For what is strength,” his growl resounds,“but the fire to endure,A beast must

Scarecrow’s SongRise, Scarecrow, rise from the soil,Let your limbs stretch through the toil.Yourvoice may waver, your steps may stray,But in the night, you’ll light the way. “Walk where the shadows lead your soul,though the dark may pull you down,Each step a choice, each breath a toll,in this forgotten ground.I cannot move,but I will see the

Shadows That BreatheIn shadows that breathe, they claim your fear,Whispers creeping close to yourear.Every step drags you deeper still,A house of dread bends all to its will. Eyes unseen carve paths through your soul,Fingers unseen ache to take control.Thestone it groans in a voice untold,A language of fear, of power cold. The castle stands, a

Rapunzel’s DescentOutroNo curtain speech, no tender dawn,just bootprints thick in honest mold,He walks, the box keeps time,the field falls quiet, fierce, controlled.

Red’s LamentVerse 4She thinks of friends like sparks behind a glass she means to breakwhen streets are sure, she aims her steps like nails and hammers home the linesthat last and cure,The bramble loosens like a fistthat learned the cost of standing pure,a gate suggests itself where night swore only blur,She does not ask the