Poem: Narcoleptic Cat

Why, and I'd love
your explanation,
did I buy a fucking cat
that suffers from narcolepsy?
It's actually incapable
of providing me with
five minutes of entertainment.
Instead it just shits
upon my rug
and falls asleep beside it.
I call him Thumper
for no apparent reason.

Poem: The Waking War

The breaking of
The dawn
Casts the shadows
To their
Daylight haunts
And the sombre
Dusk disperses
Almost as
If it never was.

First blood
And fine revenge
As the sunlight
Sweeps the
Open lands,
Scouring out
The shades
That remain in
Stout defence.

And when these last
Dark shadows fade,
The reign of
Night succumbs
To day,
Broken back,
Defeated
To retreat and
Tend it's wounds.

No twilight now,
Just sunlit sky,
And golden
Haze that
Passes by,
Yet victory in
Battle is
Not victory
In war.

And eventually
The day will fall,
In pride, in time,
It's hour
Will come,
And night
Will take it's
Chance to rule 
Again forever more.

Poem: Bleak

Know that when it comes to it
when the dark thoughts creep back in
that there's no-one stood beside you,
no heroes, friends or kin.

Know that when the shadows
come to claim back what is owed,
you'll face your own adversity
and meet eternity alone.

But if you wish for comfort
then the least that I can give,
is this simple understanding
for you to face the darkness with:

That regardless of your stature,
neither king or that below,
no-one has companionship,
and we will all face Death alone.

Poem: Happily Defeated

Words don't often
Leave me
When I have time
To think them through
But you have me
Defeated
As no words
Can describe you.