Afterglow

darkness juxtaposed with light
seems ever blacker when compared
after the sunset, yet who wants to live
in an eternal night?

Crows

Crow silhouettes
Reach for the looming storm
On a gray-white day

Mr. Hyde

Restless sits my soul
While hours wile away
Awaiting the familiar ghoul
That taunts me by the day
He wears my face and pries
The black recesses of my heart
Despite my fearful cries
He laughs, “It’s just the start.”