Father, thou art not in heaven, but hell: Though the dire flames had yet to tarnish thee. Grace enveloped thee even as thou fell When my dearest wishes crashed in debris. Is it such a sin, for the unwanted Guest to pound upon the doors of Eden; For the shadow to dare love- undaunted! The …
This is my first poem, written when I was 11. The Moonlit Festival With the ear-piercing howl, The screeching signal, The annual Moonlit Festival began. From the time the sun hid behind the forgiving blankets of the clouds, To the time the sun wakes up to shine Is the time where even the fiercest beasts …
Erin's Pensive Pen 