Ragequit
If you’ve ever had the chance to create a completely new game, You know fans have streamed in, even before you give it a name, Rules are the first thing you’ll soon find the need to reframe, And before
Dandelions
We have been told, that each of us has a manifest destiny, And that our most futile action, would be to attempt mutiny, That fate has drawn up for each of us, a fixed path, And straying from which we
Esmeralda
While other baubles pray, for the redeeming grace of morning light, You always let slip, a few sparkles of delight, into the heart of night, Even on those mornings that seem engulfed by unseemly blight, You reassure those around, with
Palace Lights
The darkness of the world snuffs the last of the lights out, If only for half a day, the night has considerable clout, But the night is merely a stage for my insecurities to play, A backdrop so tempting, that
Corridors
Walking away from today’s corridors devoid of light, My chances of fully breaking free seem but slight, Finally a flicker, the sunrays begin to draw myriad shapes, While my mind is busy scripting one of its greatest escapes. Although my