Dark Is My Playground

Words are meant to be played with and there are many to be found in my playground. They have gathered together to form verses belonging to the dark and have twisted old nursery rhymes into unexpected forms. The Deceiver is the Master of Ceremonies in this rewritten world, let him read you poems cloaked in night's shades, those tales of murder and loss, betrayal and abandonment. Let him take you to those old nursery rhymes, climb the stairs with a candle, wait for the axe ...