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The Marquess of Montrose
The Marquess of Montrose. James Graham. He was a deserter. He hung a traitor. They say “whoever has the cheek to turn on a cause, it is the Marquess of Montrose, you canny trust him.” But the clan system meant you had clans fighting each other. Maybe the Marquess was simply holding up the system. For man can not be trusted. It’s true that trust in the system will deliver love. Without reform, the church will only be a forgotten institution.
By Karl McBeath19 days ago in Poets
Columba
It was Brother Columba who arrived in Pictland. He encountered a menacing scourge. Nessie the Loch Ness Monster. It reared up its head and tried to gnash at Columba. He turned and hurled incantations and spells. Nessie backed down and fled. Then Columba with the wind in his sails. Set forth to Fortriu. He met with the druids and beat them with magic, a snide glance that a muttered spell hid well. Then Columba had conquered the druids and converted the last remaining pagans of the British Isles to Christianity. For his task was complete.
By Karl McBeath19 days ago in Poets
Run by Crooks
The strangest thing, the society I have ventured to, on my travels. For this society has unjust laws. There is a crime class where there should not be. The quality of life is woeful. The problems are solvable. The people live in fear - there are no happy people here. They go missing, unsolved mysteries and murders no one talks about.
By Karl McBeath20 days ago in Poets
