The gods were once nothing,

Minute and minuscule back in the day,

Hercules a limp nobody,

Raising to plump unfathomable fame.

Circe an overgrown weed,

And then bewitching with her overbearing gaze.

Does transfiguration occur whisperingly?

Does it emerge solemnly?

A discerningly gradual affiliation,

Gingerly coursing your rippling spine?

Is it an enticing whisper cradling you to slumber,

I’m par...

A nocturnal’s fantasy,

A night in full blossoming finality,

A lull a flight in the swooshing trees,

Ruling colossally,

The skeleton branches grasp for the canopy of night desperately.

Bustle is tucked away,

A rustle of spiced leaves disobey,

The envouring darkness consumes all,

Save for solemnity.

Snug and cosy,

A hugging tranquility guzzling all the homes heartedly,

Raindrops prevail with a pit...