lxxi      And when the Steward held the harp he cried, "How did you get it? Please, I have to know!" Etain then answered him, "Sir, once I spied At noon a sloe-black raven hovering low ...

liii    They hurried swiftly through the open gate. Their hearts beat fast. They panted wet with sweat. Thought it was scarcely safe, they couldn't wait. They laughed and hugged. His lips...

xliv    And though Etain appeared to him entranced Just so he sang to her, till on each cheek He saw the trails of tears as they advanced. The Queen was crying too. She couldn't speak But...

Anti-Fade
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Mixed dreams awake and scheming in shadows of reality.
Screaming in silent rage, mute in volume, a seething
artificial silence...

Repenting and coming back to the Lord in Lent...Imaginary Churchgoer's story...a poem...

Welcome to another in my imaginary group of Churchgoers. For a moment, consider this middle...

Religious and spiritual poem by aspiring parish poet Peter Menkin. This work reflects on the experience of pain in a morning part of the day, the pain a result of an accident. These words from the...