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WD 78 “Keeper of The Name”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Keeper of The Name Dear child Change will come, will or unwilling Quick or low tide But you were sharpened for a singular purpose, like all great tools A lion, quiet in his pride, dispatched for the cause of, unending Injustice In the sand you waited Continue reading “WD 78 “Keeper of The Name””

WD 58 “End of a Journey”

A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. End of a Journey Eight fifty five. I awake A pleasure to behold and begin Bells chiming in the back of my skull, my dwelling Definition barring down on the rafters and shingles like drops of silver And the light is filtering through the silver WeContinue reading “WD 58 “End of a Journey””