In the twisted vines of sorrow's bloom, where shadows dance in the silent gloom, emotions shift like autumn leaves. Whispering secrets, the soul deceives. Yet in the frost of winter's chill, a voice calls out, serene and still, "Through every season, I remain in joy, in sorrow, in sun and rain." Spring may come, with hope's rebirth, but shadows linger, haunting the earth. Yet in the garden, amidst the thorn, resides a promise, on Easter morn. Let the seasons of emotion sway

In the shadows of the night, Where darkness reigns in my sleep, I walk the path of solitude, Where nightmares haunt my dreams. Closer to the abyss I tread, Where fallen angels fly, Beneath the veil of starless skies, I'll find my peace, or die. With every step, the echoes call, A dirge of pain and woe, As whispers from forgotten depths, Through darkness, I must go. Closer to the abyss I tread, Where shadows dance and weep, In the realm where demons dwell, My soul, I cannot ke

"Like a dog that returns to its vomit is a fool who repeats his folly." Proverbs 26:11: I sit, with needle and thread, stitching slow, A...