♠︎
Yonder in that tree,
the glare of the blackbirds' eyes
haunts my living soul.
The weight of guilt here lies;
burden too great for me.
♥︎
The maze has no center,
and that is my clue;
watch out for the canker
if my hedge you cut through.
♦︎
A deal is a deal is a deal
and you made a deal.
A handshake will seal
what nothing can heal.
♣︎
Unlike my counterparts,
acceptance is my creed
for all no longer whole.
I understand your darker need.
With me, your knew world starts.
The Four Proposals
Tale Told 