Cold Shadow

Why don't I hear you sing?
Where is your voice now
That the silence rings
And quiet are the howls?

Where are you now?
Why are the things
That gave me power?
Gone.

Murder Pains

"I'm sorry friend", a lovely lion said
"Be honest, though, my lover's dead."
The wolf responded quietly.
"That may be so, but all's not lost
There's more than you and me."

The wolf, he smiled, and shook his head
"You do not understand my friend.
I do not have a pride, you see,
I mate for life and now she's gone."
The lion cried sincerely.

Irony

Before your flee on fateful eve
A song had then been sown
Of some wretched drone and hurting being
Which held a 'jar of hearts' unknown,
But then the wings beguiling
Chose to show the window pane
For such wanted wrenching freedom
Pieced itself on black haired thane
From a past of pasts, none which I know
And none I ever wished to, though,
But what one knows is soothing
To a soul who's now 'alone'.
And though it seems to you
That that beast collected hearts
Mine was yours and your alone
And only then did you go.