Hunt for Heart


Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the fairest of them all?

Ruby red apple, such a tempting sight

Come here little lady and take a bite

Just one eency, weency, tiny taste

You don’t want this to go to waste

Times a’tickin’, stop with the hesitate

We need to change the course of fate

Her pure heart is made of gold

Something my iced hand must hold

My youth is fading

Her youth she will be trading

Come Mister Huntsman, don’t let her run

The game of life has now begun


Dark Sea of Broken Dreams


Ocean waves so cold and gray

Roaring with memories of yesterday

Encompassed with dreams of sailors lost

Flowing with tears of widows’ cost

Not knowing its own strength and depth

Powering tides roll on with its secrets kept