Nine Long Months

Nine long
hard
sleepless
months.
Finally the day has come.
This day has finally come.
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Who would take this away?
Who would take this away?
Nine long
hard
sleepless
months.

Late Night Regrets

Sitting,
remembering what
could have been saved
what could have
broughten Light,
what shouldn't
have broughten this.
Nothing he did caused this
but Nothing
he did helped to pause this.
All the friends he
Should
have kept
all the promises he
Should
have betrayed
all the hands he
Should
have shaked.
If only he could
trade the sadness he has
to look forward to
to go back and
de-pen his history
that ruined
what came after.

The Frosted Morning

The feathered snow
fell upon
the eyes that were
feeding upon the cold
bodies
of the dead once not.
The media, bedeviled,
mocked of the ideas once lit
by the rebels spark.
The concept
once embraced
by the mass
now defaced.
The snow continues to fall
covering up what was
known
leaving the ground waiting
waiting for the
next great forth coming
to rise from the Ashes
only to be swept back into the fire.