Ghosts Rising

Ghosts are rising this Halloween;

Unrestful wraiths mourn us,

The veil is getting thin between

These whiles and the bygone,

Souls speak on the squall,

Hearts become funeral drums;

Ghosts are rising this Halloween,

The fallen of past conflicts warn

Of further turbulence to come,

Unquiet Dream

Emerald Borderland

Where once the fey

Kept their gateways

Between realms,

Now, the frontier of man

Patrolled, man marking ways

As in more troubled days

Clutching old guns,

Yet, one day the Fey return.

Just Accords

For the families

may past wrongs come to light,

may past wrongs stay past.