ASHES denote that fire was; Respect the grayest pileFor the departed creature’s sake That hovered there awhile. Fire…
Prison is a hell which breaks the spirits of men.And yet I am safe.
I anticipatethe first spring gusts, endingwinter seclusion. Though the shining wind…
The halls of the Særnt,for those that daren’tbrace the blade of Winter’s chilloffer barrels of aleand a strangers…