Poems from Thanneus

Swaying arms of green leaves, wind instruments. Umbrellas of cool shade, a tireless gift of love. Welcoming my heart, like long-lost family...
Why do you shun the gentleness in me? Is such affection scarred within you; is it a reminder of pain? I am not your pain. Will you not let...
The Warrior in Truth is an artist.His sword, like a chord it plays death.His tune of destruction; at times it sounds staccato.On occasion,...
In the lull of a mild melancholy, my thoughts condense upon the cold window of a forlorn wish. On the hearthstone of my imaginings library...