Winter

So this old tavern must have heard every story Every permutation of pain under the Sun Their’s does seem much too heavy to carry While mine, after all this time, feels like a loved one. Doesn’t even draw more than a drop anymore Though I tell it, I am used to it by now “There’s... Continue Reading →

Apostasy

I wouldn’t know why their faiths never run out of reasons to burn bright Or maybe I do – And bright they do burn – For they all shine like festival of lights. Every scout at each turn drunk on strength in numbers, tells me  the only way to be is devout when cast beneath their... Continue Reading →

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