All is not well

What monsters you make of them

The play's the thing

Make a heaven of hell

With dance and delight

A prince of power

Believe me, king of shadows

Torpedoed

I've gone numb

Searching for a meaning

Time to forget

Wretched, rash, intruding souls

They run away

Serpent stung

Most delicate

Abomination

What cannot remember

Spring come September

Something more than seeming

Reckless measures

O…I need only patience

What need for ten?

For five? For one?

An excuse to fly

It's treason otherwise

Searching for a meaning

Something more than seeming