End of November – ballad
November was like a dreaded fruit whose poison gave me apathy November was like a goblins fist that brought me this melancholy November was like a desert walk in stinging […]
Category Archives: ballad
Weak intentions – for dVerse
your shining looks, a leer at me as my ambitions crumble you should give wings to exercise but my intentions dwindle it’s much too cold, it’s way too wet November’s […]
The other side’s too tender
His paths of life will never cross he knows how dreams can wither The tolls to cross the bridge are high as fortunes slowly slither he tries to hide the […]
A ballad of lost words – for trifecta
O can you hear as flowers boo in a sordid smell of sorrow your loneliness, a pesticide of a withering tomorrow O can you feel the blades that cut in […]
The menace in my home – a monster tale for dVerse
a putrid smell of rotting flesh and movement from the beast that hides in darkness of my home reminder of a feast Oh should I dare to face this foe […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 