A wretched man
Atop grey walls,
Inside a hollowed room.
With holes in roof
The flooding rain
Hides views of tombstone bloom.
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Passing through the glass, we moved
And watched through glorious eyes.
To see the beast in midst of feast
He cared not for us spies.
And once complete he looked our way
A grin from ear to ear,
Caught on the breeze he pounced at trees
To see our faces fear.
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Atop the mountain,
Hail and snow.
The winter breeze-
An awful blow.
Raging rivers
Frozen fast,
In the distance,
Valleys vast.
Continue reading “Dragon’s Den”
Internet pirates – Stealing, or free advertising?
As an author, copyrighting my literary material is an issue constantly at the forefront of my mind. Although theft is as old as time, a recent shift in social mindset has combined with a swift advancement in technology, creating the ultimate double edged sword: The Internet.
The internet is a tool which simultaneously allows authors to sell their work, whilst granting potential customers access to pirated copies of that same work. For most authors, this raises a very important question…
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A holiday,
Where families
from far and wide
can rest.
Their caravans
of precious goods,
Collected from
their quest.
Atop the swell they drift,
Splashing, and laughing of memories past.
Endurance knows no exhaustion.
As time drifts forever,
The monsters play below.
Continue reading “Endless Time”
The Garden of Eden is one of mankind’s oldest and most enduring legends. It is a captivating tale of deception, wrath, and paradise lost – a tale familiar in cultures and civilizations the world over. But is it only a fable, or was there ever really a Garden of Eden?
Three hundred years before
And still the forest heals its wounds,
From man-made, blazing fire
Sending elders to their tombs.
Atop the branches, Sentries
Sound the battle raging horns,
As humans storm through branches,
Weaving in-between the thorns.
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Where moon that shone so bright above,
Would set alight the darkening sky,
Revealed the monster with no love
Within his heart, unbeknownst why,
That always hunted through the night.
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