Poems in Mind
Deary me,
Arma
The crow appears as his vengeance in mind grows,
The crow or raven,
With glowing red eyes,
Red as the soon to come blood.
The Fight of Hate
Hah Hah,
Yes! That’s right,
Hate me!
There’s nothing wrong with that,
It’ll only drive you forward!
Dreams?
Dreams are bound by the mind,
Right?
The “World of Dreams” is bound to our minds,
Right?
Dreams can’t roam on their on,
Right?
Dreams can’t talk to you,
Right?
And dreams most certainly cannot destroy your own dreams,
Right?
...
Right?
Islands
Onward!
To island filled with pirates, Onward!
Now!
To island of