The perilous slumber of day. A poem.

I tend to think poems are a bit pointless except as a form of expression for the writer, often voicing things they otherwise cannot. I don’t say that to degrade their value or beauty, mind, and I am certainly no poet! When I was younger, writing poetry was solely a form of catharsis, vomiting out painful…

The Winter King (Part Two)

Every good fairytale has a beginning, a middle, and an ending. Funny that I thought this story only had two parts. I was wrong! Also, I am sorry it took two days longer than the promised week to arrive. I’d like to think that good things take time, but procrastination is also a thing that…