Pen Pals

Pen pals we’ll always be
Writing our frustrations in the heavens
Until they atrophy
You threaten me with absence
Yet who are you?
You threaten me with words that will die
Yet I’m the one that said goodbye
I punched the period with humble approach
Knowing that the salutations will never sink
From a pen pal with a Sorcerer’s ink

House of Seven

I’ll bet the night is swollen with your mind
The stars no longer twinkle in my eyes
But fall in blazes to the middle of my world
I’ve kissed your lips and bled on your sword
Blood bound and begging I once was jewelled
Blood bound and naked I seek the unruled
To unleash the creatures that The White Snake produced
And worship the anarchy, in the house of Sevens rule