Fantasy, Horror and Poetry
I’ll get there at some point. I want it to be good, my first novel, not great but okay. Which is why this page will remain empty, for a little while longer…
I post on a regular basis. Though, not always consistently.
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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
Fire rained over our heads
fume from the rocks seethed out of the ocean
Everything is quiet now
Except the gulls who shrieked and shuffled happily
Their meals now properly boiled
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