“The Oak’s Cold Secret” The oak stood thick in the shadow-damp ground, Its heavy bark like a terrible hide, A pervasive, cold silence hung all around, To keep the secret that lived deep inside. I pressed my palm to the wet, callous skin, A… Continue Reading “THE OAK’S COLD SECRET”
“Tales of the Dead” I tell of tales that once were told That reach inside and grab your soul Of times when the blood would run cold From demons they were to behold Bloodthirsty and ravenous Their decision was unanimous, The demons, how they… Continue Reading “TALES OF THE DEAD”