UntitledWhite snowBecomes YellowLittle ones dare each otherTasting to see if it really will Blind them.
I'm No SuperheroI am just a man, not a superhero like that.Do I wear tights or a cape?Have I stopped a mugging or rescued a kitty cat,Let alone saved a city from a blast? No, none of these.Perhaps you see me as a superhero with the strength of an ox.With morals great and a heart of gold.Please don't think such things and put me in that box.For I am just a man, flawed as I am.While I may not have super hearing, I can heard the pain you endure.And my arms are able to hold you and make you feel safe. Even if I can't fight crime, I can help you fight your fears all the more. But does this make me a superhero, not even close.A man I am,
Show, Don't TellBefore me stood five women. The first said she'd always love me,Number two said her beauty would never fail,Still the third claimed that she'd rub my back after a long day's workThe fourth told of the children she'd bear And the family we'd build together,But it was the last I dated, For she made me dinner and told me she cared by her actions.
Primitive cultures identified four distinct omens that would predict an apocalypse, calling them horsemen. In truth, the horsemen are but aspects of one entity, the Boazum.