Good Night

A flickering lantern swings gently in my night

Upon a fell tree sat this shaky hand to write

My moon does glow, shadows to grow

Fear and inhibitions go, words will flow


‘til fiery red pupil flares, the looming eye of morning peers

Above the distant hills the dewy dawn burns

Dusty light surrounds and sounds of life return

Yet it is the dark of my night that I truly yearn



Oh Well – A Triku

Murky waters swell

The acid rains burn like hell

Drinking waters smell


Little time to dwell

Food not eaten from its shell

A parched final knell


Seas rise, all to fell

The bottoms dry in the well

Well’s no more – Oh well