Poems from Archelon
I walk with Angels wings,
above the talk of kings.
From land to shimmering land,
I've only one true guiding hand.
My...
Four years and who do I know,
Four years and where did the time go.
Stretching into distances of evanescent memories,
gliding past whispers...
Is the relic lost?
I walk to an old house and welcome spirits of the past,
I have traveled so very far and it went all too fast.
Does this...
The Hands of Fate
twisted and grotesque
so prone to hate.
Demon lurking in the shadeonly an aidto its own gainleading always to more painGreedwe must not feed the glutton of the age make only more...