The queen bows Her head in sorrow But never for long It is her duty To keep going forward With her eyes Wide open -Kel Dayheart
Flights of Fancy
Blessing and a curse When the gods smile down upon us For their whims of fancy Do not always go in our favor -Kel Dayheart
Atlas Falls
The crushing weight of reality Breaks my bones And leaves me a jagged mess Of sharp brittle pieces -Kel Dayheart
Spilled Ink
The scent of ink Burns my nose As my muse Flees from me -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #143
There's a mirage
In the mirror over where
Silence screams aloud
Tarnish
Everything you touch Turns to sterling When all you ever wanted was Gold -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #134
I painstakingly
Made a thousand paper cranes
I forgot my wish
Haiku #127
Baby doll, I see
You've got angel eyes
But a devil smirk
Damsels in Demand
The hero is always cut From the same cookie mold In tales of old Always a robust and rugged man Quick to the draw Light on his feet And determined to win the damsel I'm tired of the same old story Being spoon-fed down my throat Where are all the fierce heroines? Who needs... Continue Reading →
Making Gods Bleed
To break the unbreakable You need to bring it down Off its pedestal And make it human -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 