Teen

My Lady Amaranth
By: Adam M. Snow

My Lady Amaranth who hides thy face so dear;
such beauty shrouds such mystery-
be it only by fear, fear of thy morning glory.

As the Crows Gathered
By: Adam M. Snow

Surrounded by bodies of murder
the flocking and squawk arose.
Score of many rows on girder
feast of death drew the crows.
One to carry souls of many;

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
By: Adam M. Snow

My heart does not ache
With every love I take.
Your voice over-shadows
My lame. I repose,
Despite your treachery
Of our love contrary;

Dreaming of My Eternal Humble Abode Beyond this World
By: Adam M. Snow

I close my eyes and vision a world in its pass,
Only I could see of its eternal mass:
Of the wind sparkling with gold,