I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Amusing is the life of a demon Bountiful souls await dark corruption Chaos and conflict need cultivation Distracting mortals from fair redemption
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Managing the tides Watching insomniacs writhe Evoking wolf song
An ache to live again, I could not feel Black as charcoal is the closed eye of death Consider what a stone must think about
Ice and dust: an ear Hot light remembered your name You became bright speed
It is frustrating when the “I” acts strange Not yet utterly worthless is this key But thanks to it, I must oft rearrange
Auguries of doom take different forms Banshees are surely the loudest of them Cries from these creatures can freeze any blood
Patterns will emerge Surprising at first and then Too predictable
Abandoning the flesh has benefits Before, I was the slave of appetites Carnal calls bombarded me all day long! Dining, drinking, dashing to defecate
A difficult time looms for cats like me Bearing in mind the progress we have made Cats have been hated or loved through the years
Colorful drama Distracts, while bored bureaucrats Oil ancient machines
Ah, the season when the curtain is drawn Believing yourselves to rule all that is Cannot be easy when strange things emerge
Wisdom wearing wings Your eyes are sentient night Who knows what owls know?
