Stories by pato - (3)

  • Hide from you, my stubborn heart
    In the quiet of the night, As the wind willows, Your pouncing my ears catch, Like the roaring currents, so is the sound of my breath, The noise inside me, Its the inner man in way of my sleep.
  • Sullied
    Wary I grew, Weights slowing my feet, Yet quickening mine heart, the thoughts of another day, Eyes hidden from sunrise, Night fall a routine surprise, Still never to a good fill, So less it compares to his slumber, The King thinks asleep.
  • Fast forward, Desire faces the Jury
    The following excerpt is derived from an imaginary mock trial. It is only the last part of the trial where lawyers from both the prosecution and defense are required to present their closing arguments before the court.