So please do the same and don't copy them.

~Reve Rouille~

On the beach found and rusted,
By a person whose most distrusted.
Together their dreams hold melancholic themes,
Lined with red and gold agleam.

A tiny top hat found with him,
Rusty cogs encrusted within.
Dance the shadows that fill the brim,
To the beat of taps from golden limbs.

Its maker was found beyond the sea
In a world created by pepper-tea
Although this story has an entrance fee
It can be found in the cash shop: La Victoire.



~Fright~


A young mistress runs through the night
Faster than a flame ignites
Fright; a common guest in her sight
More frequent than a dove takes flight

She feels a presence out tonight
Looking to claim his writ of right
She seems as if in black and white
Running through the pale moonlight

She trips, she’s caught; this midsummer’s night
Her, the killer they now reunite
She races her mind, could it end tonight?

A killer, a fiend, a monster in right
Devoured her, she’s plain out of sight
They have sold out, it's opening night
Now they exit, off stage right


~Life~

Don't pay attention to time
Pay attention to a thing called life.
A series of unfortunate events
A stop watch that can't be stopped.

It can be gone in an hour, a minute,
a second if that.
Cherish every grain of sand in
that hour glass.


A thirty minute jog, a fifteen minute
swim, a five minute talk with mom.
Write your life story as fast as you can,
before you run out of ink.



~Life of a Pirate~

The life of a pirate can be quite meek
Out to sea for days, perhaps even weeks
Not a bath or wash, you look filthy and reek
Stuffy cabins and quarters, the ship’s sprung a leak

Haven’t eaten in days, the crews a bit weak
Your eye’s missing, you look like a freak
Polly wants a cracker, wait where’s his beak?
The sky’s clear, the water bleak

Shot each ship down, you sunk a fleet
Conquered Africa even Mozambique
Digging for treasure, it’s booty ye seek
As you can guess, being a pirate’s quite meek



~Spring~


Like any other season, spring whispers too
A gentle sigh among the trees
Scatters leaves and dew


Her cruel showers cut right through
Winter’s dreary eves
Her tender warmth envelopes you
You miss her when she leaves

A season not as easily pleased
She changes her mind on you
A simple breeze among the trees
Spring can whisper too



~Poseidon’s Wake~


A ship thrashed, out at sea
Like a speck of dust, floating free
In the middle of Poseidon’s pool
His faith, his eye, his love, his jewel

Fought like two enemies, among the sea wrack
Making it out alive their plan of attack
Poseidon himself was drawn aback
For to him they were nothing, but a knickknack

The waves now calm, there’s no disagree
Like a speck of dust, floating free
The captain was but a fool
For trying to take, one’s faith, love, and jewel



~Copper Twopence~


For a twopence, an old bard offered
To sing you one of two carols
One about a warlock of power
The other, a wizard of wealth

One; called Old Saint Nick
Delighted by invention and spells
Blinded by and indulging in
His newly acquired wealth

The other they call Ebenezer
Desired the power to change fate
Built a fierce army that rivaled
None till this very date

Now an aging warlord,
His blood has grown cold and thin
His brother Ole’ Saint Nicholas,
Has now drawn amends



~Silent Night~


A silent night is a thief’s delight,
A shadowy attire; concealed from sight,
A dark clad uniform; that’s awfully tight,
An embellished blade; that cuts through light.

A highwayman’s friend; of pure midnight,
A service that is an exclusive right,
A toxic time; when sin ignites
An ambiguous gentleman, that surrounds the sight.

Darker than a crows alight,
A somber acquaintance that reinvites,
A cape that shields, a way most polite
All that is, a silent night.



~Flute and Drum~

Around a fire they attune for battle
A distant sound that surely tattles
Telling the enemy they better run
A flirty tune that gets it done

Getting men ready is a flute and a drum
Announcing that the time has come
“Men get ready, we’ll win tonight...
Show no mercy and show no fright!”

Against the awful men in blue
Their disgusted at that awful hue.
Red’s the color that wins tonight
The color that stains the ground of white