Lamentation garb, your falsehood Tears, the memory of an absent childhood Mourn me not, oh father of my sister Leave pine to the greenwood For no eulogy shall be penned In your crude scrawl And no forlorn preacher Reciting in his Southern drawl They fashioned me chains of iron As if that could hold their ire They called me Salem’s damned Condemning me to eternal hellfire They held their children tight And shouted for a parson His hallowed hand writes 'Mene mene tekel upharsin’ Dulcet songs of alluring verbosity With flute strains of elegant tenebrosity As the wind howls its lupine call Summoning in its forte monstrosity Mimicking the faeries’ unbroken motion, Aspens reaching, branches outstretched As they join in the lunar dance Their lithe limbs fletched Foolish fire enhaloed the shrouded dell As all around sang my death knell Fae kinsmen called me son of mine To those who steel and plastic dwell: Give not thy name Drink not the faerie libation Taste not the forbidden fruit And relinquish not to damnation They hide the vile parts And appeal to beauty and arts With truth on their lips But lies in their hearts They would punish a crocus For its mortal grace They would cast out a prince Life, his only disgrace I am a stolen child Half tame, half wild On the fence I sit unveiled Never to be reconciled I look toward eternity That mulish, flighty roan My back turned on mortality The withering crone Biography: Ever since I was little, I've been in love with stories. I spend most of my time either reading or creating, and my creations are often inspired by the stories I read. I don't like to be tied to one medium in particular, but rather I engage in a variety of artistic expressions, including writing, painting, drawing, and crafting. Stories are how I communicate, and I'm always looking for new ways to convey the stories that float around in my mind, vying for attention. I am also sometimes inspired by song lyrics, a testament to my love of music.