Oh, My Lady Fair, How my heart beats for you You make me feel as if I have the flu My Lady of the Raven Hair * Your beauty is so rare.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Cast from the realm beyond Elysium Having succumbed to the power of Pride. Falling past Earth, Purgatory, the void, Ba’alath hides in Pandemonium.
By Sean Selleck4 years ago in Poets
A grieving day to follow prizing night, Quintessence of self-sorrow, hazy blue, One brief display of hope for pathways new,
By Conor Darrall5 years ago in Poets
This impasse beads cold-sweat upon my brow, The indecision stays my mind in doubt. This novel I've been writing twelve-months now,