An older piece of mine, first shared on Facebook when a certain poem and its variants were making the rounds. A friend posted it yesterday (with permission), so here it is for anyone who wants to find it again. America is the Gun That holds its head up high. That does not scorn the fight,… Read More America’s Gun
Something a little epic for your day. Blooms of fire in the night Echo back the wan daylight Cinder sparks and angry coal Kindling now vengeance toll. Pass the fire in the night Watch the days glowing bright Wrath that builds on hollow gains Leaves a shell: all that remains Marching feet to a trumpet… Read More All That Remains
Not sure which of my worlds this is from yet, but a bit of a martial piece for your enjoyment. The songs we now are singing We raise up to the sky And lift with one defiance The honor held up high. Sword and shield stand ready In the early light of day And bold… Read More Siege of Bahn Barahk
This might have been better for Memorial Day, but it came to me this morning. I hope you enjoy it. It has a happier ending than most of the things referencing the name. Standing at the gate, a laser in his hand The last of the defenders makes a final stand. Armor counts for little… Read More At Tannhauser Gate
This is the other side of one I did a long time ago “Duke of Bones”. Same character, from the perspective of those he protects rather than hunts. I hope you enjoy. He’s an odd one. He walks the weave He walks the cuts He walks the lines between Where bound’ry meets The sundered net… Read More Walker Between