Because books are doors to magic. There is a place that I can go Where I can make the summer snow. I can make the winter bright And make the sunshine in the night. There is a place that I can hide While the bigger boys play out side. There I can be as strong… Read More Book Hoard
Something for you because hope is scarce at times, but it is not lost. Candles ever flicker in the grimly glowing gloom A flame flares then gutters, and another shares its doom. Yet somewhere in the darkness another spark prevails. Reminding all its brothers: The light shall not fail. Though dark grow the hours, and… Read More The Light Shall Not Fail
A silly little thought that I hope brings a smile to your face. I think the fairies wind up time Like grandma winds her thread. They take the sun and wrap it With each moment that has fled. They save it all for later, For when we need it most, Then they sneak in tiny… Read More Gossamer Threads
I think I know where this one goes, or at least which world of mine it belongs to. It was not one I expected to have a prophecy. I hope you enjoy it whichever world it came from. Then wakes the king from slumber Like a babe new-born And challenges the darkness And ushers in… Read More Deep King
This is a bit darker than my usual fair, but it came as a piece and I don’t tend to argue when they hit me like this. Maybe someday I’ll find out the rest of the story. Sing a song of six pence Pocket full of ash. Four and twenty goblins Groan beneath the lash.… Read More A Song of Ash and Bone