Oh, My Lady Fair, How my heart beats for you You make me feel as if I have the flu My Lady of the Raven Hair * Your beauty is so rare.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
A grieving day to follow prizing night, Quintessence of self-sorrow, hazy blue, One brief display of hope for pathways new,
By Conor Darrall4 years ago in Poets
This impasse beads cold-sweat upon my brow, The indecision stays my mind in doubt. This novel I've been writing twelve-months now,
