Newer Works 11.04.13
2 poems
Fear, a horrible thing.Just the feeling of it stings.Haunting thoughts linger,Attempts to forget are hindered.
The skies were a ghastly scarlet,the trees a sallow waste.Across the square ran a King's varletRunning--Hiding--Avoiding the merciless guillotine,His mind was greatly apprentice to a knight and destin
The 'rich port' of the Caribbean;Rich in culture and azure sky up high, covered by a canopy of clouds. Turquoise waters down below, surrounded by dark topaz sand. The waves ...