Taken

Midnight in the garden of good

and evil, but the sun also rises.

Everything is illuminated,

an ember in the ashes.

The left hand of darkness

let the northern lights

erase your name.

By the God of

small

things.

Buried 

A girl,

Interrupted

She was the sailor who

Fell

From grace with the sea.

I know this much is true,

I heard the owl

Call my name

A great and terrible beauty

A reaper at the gates.

As dark as the grave

Wherein my friend

Is laid.

The inspiration for both of these poems were taken after book titles after combining many titles together I created these.