A Medieval Folklore

They said she lived in her family home -a castle erected two hundred years ago;and in her white satin nightgown did roam;oft looking out the beautiful turret window. They said she read many fables and loresbut most of all, loved the poems of Poe;perhaps it gave her some peace to to knowthat others had known…

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Full Moon

Nocturnal voyage, the shore not nigh the rhythm of blue waters...a lullaby... Her hypnotic gleam doth mesmerise - 'Don't look up', I say, 'lest it be a long night', on these waves with their lullaby, sway and sigh and sway and sigh. The waters mirror her; they shimmer as I row - only but the…

Death

On a dark twilight, over the hills for the life of me, in fear and vain, I fled as Death rode behind in a suit of armour - then beat me, and slayed me dead. He marched away as, renewed, I did rewake to the sounds of the hoofbeats of the mare and kneeling, did…

The Ships Are Coming In

He stands by the shore, watching intently, brows knit; the rugged contours of his face caressed by the sun sprawled across the midday sky...and those storytelling eyes - telling a tale of a hard, long, arduous wait... He wears an ancient robe that seems to have been lent to him from the man he used…

The Son of the Slave

I played for long hours under the scorching Egyptian heat, with my friends, the children of the street… I had no mother, my father was my life; he gave me home and food, I was a strong lad, living a life both satisfactory and good. My friends envied me, for my father gave me more…