Poems from J.B.Moore
It's that time of year
So I guess I should confess,
Twelve months ago my greatest fear
Put me under great duress.
I started living my...
The Sleeper sits among the shadows
Dark and dreary beneath the gallows
Go near him never still my dearest
Or else to slumber fall, I...
Every house holds a story
like the binding of a book
Every house holds a story
If one would simply take a look
Open the door just...
Fear.
Has picked up my trail
Is looking to find me.
Fear.
He's right on my tail
He's coming to bind me.
I run through the...
Forever have I promised
To from you never sunder
And though this promise I will keep
I have begun to wonder.
I wonder just what it'd...