Liar's Retreat

poetry

  • The Thunder Below

    The biting dark, he knew would come;A chilling dawn without the sun. A long forgotten evil thereIn deep and guarded monster lair. And so he left us long agoTo face the thunder down below. Our hero stood and gathered strength;… Continue reading

  • What You Missed While You Were Awake

    Deep colors there were; wide blues, greens, and reds;Faint songs of bad memories that echo through heads.A soft-sounding huff of breath long held backReleased on dead wings to slide through the cracks. A softness there was; the color, the sound,A… Continue reading