An athlete, a warrior, an artist.
I can sense the pressure, hear the slamming door The little boy in me is scared, alone My strength and age lie confused, forgotten As I weather the storm of the war at home. How many times can something break And expect to heal without a scar? Soon the scars are all anyone can see … Continue reading The War at Home
Far across the listless valley I hear the ringing call Over the restless battlements The voice of the past summons all. Crumbling and greyed they grasp and clutch Upon my shoulder mild And swell within my soul a tide Power both ancient and wild. The ringing shouts and hoarsened cries Of past people in past … Continue reading Far Across the Listless Valley
The Sparkly-Eyed Man 