20191212

20191212

20191212

if you find yourself alone, riding in green fields with the sun on your face, do not be troubled - for you are in Azeroth!

20191205

20191205

20191205

perusing around and about the pursuit
to catch the scent of a scent
of days and smiles atop new ground
the heaven of elder youth spent

an empty prison yearns for a face
but none ever read that fool's drivel
an empty person seeks an inmate
with all on parole, oh how civil

for crimes still yet to conceive or commit
evil or good whims dreamed and undreamt
consume or yet be consumed
all for a hint of perfume