Mordred: A King Arthur Poem
~ by Elijah David A man’s life is not his own When all the world rewrites his story – The tales we tell, the seeds we’ve sown Twisted for another’s glory. I’d have been an…
~ by Elijah David A man’s life is not his own When all the world rewrites his story – The tales we tell, the seeds we’ve sown Twisted for another’s glory. I’d have been an…
~ by Elijah David Spy two lads a-hawking past the pond; Even now there’s a strange respect For this foster-brother – a love beyond The call of duty – no need for microscope to detect…
Snow fell unseen in the moonless night air, each flake making its journey without notice or proclamation. Nick liked the snow on nights like this. It went about its business anonymously, as he did…
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