My Sonnets, Poems and Quotes

Quake away sorrows of grief!

for thy shall be reborn.

The front row has its end,

no mortal can escape.

For the White witch,

we raise our glorious Flag

to beseech the Holy Grail.

Take down the evilness of that Flag

it is impenetrable until now.

Seek the glory of forgivenesswith the sound of a piano,

tickling down my fingertips.

Seekers gather for the 

forbidden knowledge they must own.

Thinking, weeping, and forgiving 

are no match for tinkering.

Twirling and dancing are one thing 

in between the sounds of music

My music is my muse, inspiration, and dignity.

I implore you to continue.

No mortal should suffer from the glorious laugh of ol'

Speakest thou as if you've heard of me.

No! cry I

because no mortal would be bold enough to walk on the path of change.

Spring arises from the undergrowth of trees and bushes, with their illustrious colors of growth.

Fleeting within the surface.