Good night, my friend, and tell me where are you going again?
Again.
One Road
There must come a point when I might become my own.
Time Beleaguered
Dusk threatens with tendrils of gold To put me to sleep in the loveliest fold "Just up the stream" by a nymph, I'm told Is where I can run and never grow old But the decaying smell of moss and mold Lies just behind and bites like bitter cold Now I've gone too far, this life I've... Continue Reading →
