C: Cinquain

Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables 2, 4, 6, 8 and 2 in five lines. Bitter-sweet Are memories I gather, my soul feeds Drumming at walls I have built, now Weakened.

S: Shroud

I wrote myself a song I wove myself a cloth warm and soft, made of compromise and lies.   I’ll howl at your grave when the moon is full I’ll drape the shroud ‘round me and dance with you once more.