The Dead Marshes.

I don’t wanna talk to thee.You canna help me.I’s just an ol man to you.You just wanna hear bout a battle.Bout death.I canna talk to thee young unes.I’s just ol manWho saw too muchToo soon.I wain’t always old.I was a chile once,I was a chile...

Philosopher of Pureness

Gentle man who dances with grace and concentration Philosopher of pureness at peace with universe Tranquil wisdom in quiet contemplation His smiling eyes pierce the heart and touch the soul

Gold

The weight of the gold Feels heavy in my hands And heavier still in my heart But it is light as a feather Within my own mind In the mountains of thought In the land of my dreams. The feel of the gold It chills my body And my mortality But the fire it creates Burns up...

Roses Have Thorns

The lovely things that I have made. Watch them sparkle in the light. There magic glow will never fade Like stars that glisten in the night. With these rings, am the lord. and power is mine in every way. And all of them are mine to hoard. Mine to keep or throw away....