2006 June:

2006 May:

Fluttered wisp of a forknight sigh
Floating above the breeze on hemlock’s rye
Current’s lift a summer eye
fast upon the midnight sky

And heavenly graces slowly descend;
The great circle leaves nothing left to mend
The pillars-three face the escalating shadow force
Who best fight save those with no remorse?

The cunning witches of hexlike whispers
Trace the dark evening to their will