Running in Shadows

To the mountaintop he must fly Already halfway there For the beast awaits his arrival Calling him out loud and hard He stands intimidating Proud and gloating A show of power This soulless prowler Luring him deeper Under its spell Trying to wrap round Get that final hold But this night is different The tables

Multi-purpose

He uses them for everything They often don’t mean anything He leaves them with nothing Varying degrees of his Needs or wants Determine the depth He is forced to Or willing To go Gluttony being his Favored sin He feasts upon Their emotional Need Savoring the flavor Of collective fear Seasoned lightly With his own

Worth retrieving

She watches the water Flow lazily by her window Gently being pulled By the slow moving current Offering further proof In the power of connections Something she once put Total faith in Reduced to a place Where she no longer believes Still searching for her own truth Once given so freely A journey she must