Burnt and darkened by fire's light Forged from the ashes of laborious hours Bold to the point of being brass Fortune favors the bravest at heart Who have a warrior's song within   Sculpted into a celestial metal That craves blood and warfare With every sharpening of the blade It will have the names of... Continue Reading →


I eat poetry For breakfast, lunch, and dinner Word count For calorie count Hollow syllables Hollow bones Vapid meanings Empty stomachs -Kel Dayheart

Hermes’ Feet

Travel light on wandering feet That ache with the need To roam not rest The heady satisfaction Of a day well-travelled I will never tire Of new places With new sights And people to meet There is much to see I wish to wander it all -Kel Dayheart


Jolt of missing a step Sends a shock Up and down my spine As if I have forgotten Something important Something necessary -Kel Dayheart


Why does no one write letters anymore? Hand written with care Time spent well But not spent at all now -Kel Dayheart

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