Easter Ellen

There was an old hag named suspicious Who really could be quite malicious She rants and she raves With the trouble she craves She can only be seen as seditious

One night’s dance His sins cloaked around him like a garment of mire He stepped boldly forth to take in her fire He glanced at her beauty, “angelic” he said He...

Duplicity ~ Paved doubly, this walk of duplicity I want the sweet path of simplicity Straight road; well lit and true ~ ~ Frantically grasping to fill life’s void Tossed in...