As she waits at the station… a train of thoughts pass by… mourning over grief left behind…carrying along the the undeniable luggage… gathering courage for what’s yet to come…
Precious wonder under the calm moonlight You are the gracious Queen of the Night…
Even the Robins have found their comfort at the old prison yard…
Fruits and veggies on the counter
I remember the amazing cakes granny used to bake for our weekend visits in the country…
Rejoiceful Reunion
A little tour through our exquisite Mortuary-shop where downstairs you’ll find our renowned hygienic storage…
A cloak of blueness covers the cobblestones towards the once so lively manor…
Fair was the morning fair our tempers and We had seen nothing fairer than that land…
And ghastly haunt thy native place and suck the blood of all thy race…
On the blackest of nights, as the winter sets in, There is a shadow moving in the distance…
All that once was glorious and luxurious now lies forgotten in the old shed …
