DREAMS of a CLOUD
Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.
15 May 2024
The beast is slain; here lies the demon felled.
And yet thou darest ask yet more of me?
My family to never see again,
Instead to aid the ones that plucked me hence?
5 April 2024
Ne’er have I regretted a promise more
And decades since last I shed a tear
Yet I will respect thy wish
Breath for breath, and life for life.
6 February 2024
Phillip, what cruelty is this?
The treasure, though found, is but dross
My eyes now see nothing but bones
And she, for sure, no princess can be
22 January 2024
Be wary, dear friend,
Though gladly I’ll sell
This mirror brings its own thorns
21 December 2022
“Ah, rout-tout, diddly di,
Rout-tout, do.
In for a penny, in for a pound,
Come, ye rats, and gather ‘round.
There’s many a place to rest your head,
But none here in this town.”