When the Creator puts a full stop on the prose that is your life ; when the Grim Reaper comes for his dues; when you return to the darkness from which you came: Who shall weep for you when you die? On that day; when the shell that is your body lies in a wooden... Continue Reading →
BENEDICTION by The Wordslayer If I wrote one last time, And my ink became illegible, And my words forever silenced, My life a memory and my feelings detached, My mind clouded in high skies, And I float precariously in unknown vastness, Let not my absence be mourned , Let this last forge be immortal, May... Continue Reading →
'His voice was husky. Immediately she knew that this was the kind of man whose ceiling had been stared at by more than the fair share of female eyes. He was the kind that always had his way without even asking'
Canduh 