Bones of A Martyr

I am a martyr in my innocence, Executed by a memory sincere. You knew I would have remained loyal, To the end, we would have gone. Except I saw more than you ever wished me to see. So now my spirit hangs forlorn and lost, Among trees never meant to grow old. Until one day, … More Bones of A Martyr

The Haunted Wood

Sadness it was, with a touch of dew, That wreath your head in gray crowns. Silence of forgotten sounds echoed. Deep within the wood unyielding, We’re soul runs from mortal flesh. Lies and secrets long held close, Whispering of the end. -M.E. InkOwl