Contains whatever bits and pieces I interpret as poetry. Or not.
And seeing how far the peak was, Distant and snow-capped, The walker became weary, Legs of lead and dragging. Night fell, Stars rose, Sleep was forgone. The walker plodded still. Moments passed, Seasons gone, The mountain… Read More »The Mountain Peak
There once were a villainous three, As fearsome as can be, When suddenly one day, It could have been in May, One of them was killed, Or I should say quilled, For the beast who made his demise, Was a… Read More »The Villainous three