A poem based on a zombie’s dream.

This poem has some twistingly dark messages involved. I guess it is all in the stanzas and lines. For that, I don’t have much to say on this one. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

A relationship is not always equal.

The road through victory is straight ahead And we are following it right now Sometimes we slip and get lost to our tracks For God has given us freewill.

This one, a theory about the treasure of Oak Island, (which just happens to be in Nova Scotia, my home province) was inspired by Writing Challenge #3 held by Duff D. Moss. The words for inclusion in this challenge were feather and velvet glove. Hope you all like it.