The Letter, Written With Blood

The regrets rise during the final hours...

See Through The Eyes Of The Visionary. Long Poems #3

What is artI wonder as I slowly shift into the realm beyond oursWhat is loveI dream as I dance between the stars and the shining moons For someArt is what they do with the power they are left withAfter the world has taken the restFor othersArt is meaningless pieces of words on paperOr paint on … Continue reading See Through The Eyes Of The Visionary. Long Poems #3

The High Kingdom of Thorald. Jalten Short Stories #5

"We're not so different, you and I," Thorald said as he fixed his brown feather-covered cape. "Your people are almost like mine. Both of the same origin, yet different from one another,"