May 8, 2016
Once upon a time a Princess was born,
She was tiny, and new, and afraid.
This was a bright new world she had entered into.
Then a figure leaned over her and brought shade.
It was the Queen.
And she was beautiful.
Strands of whitened blonde hair fell in front of her face.
July 6, 2014
Beyond the shifting ruins of the old asylum,
Past the algae padded ponds and pebbles,
Even farther than the sidewalks wind,
Sits the Back Wards of S. Drawkcab.
The Back Wards loom in lingering shadows,
Hiding behind cloaks of dark intrigue,
Smiling sinisterly from cr...