ROUT

A thousand thoughts stampede my mind

If my pen be slain on this field and my pockets bleed

Will my king be crowned? Or I be eclipsed?

CONFESSIONS

You are the silo of my thoughts
Where the pollens graze
Where the scythes leash in

Famished gardens of my heart
Where hungry pests flirt
Blooming saps besieged
Crave coned petals of your bosom
Fertilizer for the Slytherin's rage

My clouds are heavy
Prepare your fallowed land
Let me sow, I will water
The land skirted in green
Delight and envy at crossroads