For what does one hear while warm as a king but the melody of the coming spring...
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
For now, my heart will sleep as I pray the Lord my soul to keep, should I die before I wake, let it be for another rain's sake
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me
A heart made of gold is a heavy thing to bear But of naught else would I have mine crafted Wood decays and burns, at all else would tear Stones unrefined are but elder hearts drafted Diamonds won't break, neither can they be reshaped Stars glow conflagrant and never could be tamed Of the precious metals, many... Continue Reading →