Entries by Ernesto Mora

The Lake

The streams wake upon a lucid dream, where I imbibe to slake my parched lust, and where the breeze upon my brow gently traces its admonition for my trespasses. Here, it is where the fallen amass and gather at the banks, so clear is the water of life that perdition is seen, awaiting just below. […]

The Mocked and Wingless

So radiant was the morning star that from the mild eye came sorrow and forked tongue whispered miasma onto jovial hubris Sweet nectar from the sanctified bloom the earth was slaked by treason and cast onto forlorn pastures are the wingless quarry Upon these hands sleep countless woes and on rended back carry we eternal […]