Pat's Literary Corner

She’s queen of the desert, peasant of the land At night when the wolf howls, she’d be Mother of Nile

Construct of time

I used to feel that creeping sting, that monstrous darkness along the corridors of my deepest fears But then I learned how I would be if…

When the crevices starts To blend in As the sun Starts to rise

The warrior born and bred in wars know too well when the battle is about to happen. The warrior has a gut feeling when the storm is about…