15 Minute Poetry

Like it says, 15 minutes. Forgive me if it's a little rough.

On truthful eyes depend the lies
We tell our friends and neighbors
While our own soul declines the role
Reserved for outside saviors
We turn away and try to say
"Someone, somewhere save us"
Nothing will come but a distant hum
And starshine, darkly luminous.

Freud Would Have a Field Day

This sprang forth from my brain, fully-formed. Have fun.

Welcome, welcome, one and all
May you find joy within my hall
And not the horrors, lurking deep
Beneath the dungeons of my keep.
Do not open any doors,
And peace and safety shall be yours
But the greatest gifts await for those
Who knew the risks, and danger chose
May courage mend you
God defend you
And grant to you the silver rose.