The Unbecoming

She greets with charm, but masks a snare,A queen in shadowed, deadly lair.She does not love, she seeks to own,To sit on thrones not hers alone. She whispers poison in his ear,Inflates his pride, then feeds his fear.She builds him up to bring him low,And feasts upon his weakened soul. Her counsel wraps in flattery,But […]

They used him, not just time or hands,But dreams he built like castle sands.They drained his light with hollow praise,Then vanished in his final days. He gave like rivers to the drought,A silent strength, a soul devout.He held their storms, their night, their pain,And never once asked back again. But when he rose, began to

It starts with warmth, a gentle sway,A whisper soft that draws its prey.A coil of charm, a smile so wideBut venom always learns to hide. He loved his blood, his kin, his name,Before the silence, before the shame.He laughed with brother, called him near,Till shadows fed upon his fear. The python curled with perfect grace,And

They say the lens reveals the soulA mirror framed, complete and whole.But sometimes light conceals the ache,And every smile’s a small heartbreak.One photograph, so clean, composed,Yet missed the war the heart imposed. A second before the shutter clicked,One soul stood still, heart worn and sick.They didn’t want it, not the frame, not the actBut chose

He opened the door with a trembling hand,To a shadow he swore he’d never withstand.They wore a smile stitched tight with lies,A serpent’s grace in a lover’s guise. They spoke of change, of pain, of light,Of demons battled in the lonely night.And though the truth rang false and thin,His heart was weak, he let them

Some souls are born with light in hand,A quiet grace, a love so grand.They bloom like spring in every room,And lift the hearts they help exhume. They are the reason joy takes flight,The calm that breaks a stormy night.Their presence heals, their laughter staysA blessing wrapped in human shape. But others come with darker thread,With

Because you are here, and he is gonea life cut short, a light withdrawn.You cried your tales in silence loud,wove storms from sorrow, fierce and proud. You cast him in a cruel disguise,a villain framed by careful lies.Denied him voice, denied him peace,you bound his truth and gave no lease. You claimed he ruled with

His voice still lingers like smoke in the air,A whisper of grief too heavy to bear.“They’ll suffer,” she said, with venom so deepAnd now, every breath is a struggle to keep. We never saw hatred behind her smile,Never thought silence could grow so vile.What did we do? We search through the past,But the answers elude

He said, “Everything’s under control,”A mantra meant to calm the soul.With steady hands, composed and sure,He built a life he’d not endure. The signs were there obscure, subduedA glance, a pause, a shifting mood.But we, too wrapped in daily pace,Missed all the cracks beneath his face. He bore the weight no man should bearAlone, unseen,

We were walking with Him, hand in hand,For years that stretched like sacred sand.Five decades deep in whispered prayer,A trust built strong, a love laid bare. My mother’s voice, so known above,Was steeped in reverence, wrapped in love.A bond with God so pure, so trueWe never thought He’d undo the view. But then it came,