brilliant flash of light
shattering darkened halls
nightmarish when they are seen.
*Man behind the curtain. The rest of this poem has been spirited away.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
