Soren Valentine Poems
|2.||October's Red Leaf||1/1/2013|
|3.||Is This Regret?||11/2/2012|
|4.||Light Show Over The Lake; Part II||11/29/2012|
|5.||An Old Tree||9/6/2012|
|8.||Passively Tearing Me Asunder||4/25/2013|
|9.||The Hearer Who Wasn't Heard||12/13/2012|
|11.||The Rush of A Lie||11/9/2012|
|13.||A Second Salem||11/27/2012|
|14.||Cambre and Arielle (From Waking to Repose)||4/11/2013|
|15.||La Moribunda (The Withered One)||11/27/2013|
|16.||Seeking With The Desire To Die||12/30/2012|
|18.||Ode To The Hollow Bastion Within||7/30/2012|
By sorrowful waters I have long dwelt.
By the rushing of winds is where I have made my abiding place.
Turbulent ground, where ones bones turn to dust, is where I walk.
I know naught of the path I am taking, and ere I reach the end, I feel my doom is nigh.
The Ocean of Storms has caught up.
I thought I could put it off, yet it is fast approaching.
Oft have I wandered, in days long sped, the paths of darkness.
Why do I choose to walk with the Blind Ones? Did I not hearken to the wailing of