Poetry

Raven’s Curse

Black as night from beak to toe, Saddled with unholy glow… Viewed in fear by those around, Reasons near cannot be found… Where death lies, I am drawn near, My solemn sound, it brings no cheer… Yet fear me not,… Read More ›

Summer’s Morn, A Poem

Summer’s morn, slight haze in the air, golden rays shining through out… Breezes warm, this moment to share, peacefulness spreading about… Pleasure born, now feeling aware, time for the daily grind route. I find it hard to believe that August… Read More ›