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‘Putrid vapors’ did the plague they bring? Miasma fetid, stench that brings the blight? Or was it God who cursed and brought the thing? That robs us of our loves in dead of night. From when it came, so sudden … Continue reading →

In words that paint, I hide away; Hoping armistice to stay; Immortal craft ‘gainst tempest brewing; Ever madness quill eschewing. We write of beauty ‘fore the storm; Our words they dye the summers warm; The flowered glade, the meadow golden; … Continue reading →

“Why should I listen to you?” wise man said; “You hatched that fool plan in the small of your head; It has no more chance in the world to succeed; Than does son of a horse and a donkey to … Continue reading →

Ancient battles, under ground; The living they hear not a sound; Voices plead in soft despair; Telling those who come “beware!” “Here were fallen men of old;” The tortured tales to living told; “They fought for things that had no … Continue reading →

At first they came in happy fright; Those soldiers seeking for the night; The darkness always hid the fight; They knew for moment things were right; But something happened not awaited; For them that night was quite ill fated; Rest, … Continue reading →

My life has b’come but a jacket; Twisted kind which is oft’sold as straight; “To live free, not sure if you can hack it”; And I’m told for to sit down and wait. So I wake myself neat in the … Continue reading →