Comments about Krsitin Bowers
As the moon obscures the sun,
and blackness befalls everyone
there is a presence there that looms
he seems arisen from a tomb.
Frightening as the thought may be,
in his luminous eyes I see; part of me
His soul is twisted deep and wide
and beckons me to sit beside and visit
a once familiar place
all without a single a trace
or scent of ordinary formal grace.
The humans view him circling 'round,
his cloudy trail weaving knots through town
caution me in caring ways
keep distance from gypsy ghost renowned
Hearing this I ...