A Sonnet
December 14, 2018
O Night, harbouring womb of unworded woeBy Desolate void and numbed mind in tow.What grim nether urg
October 19, 2018
When this spell, since beyond Time began?Whereof this tinge, every speck of expanse does span?To wha
November 25, 2017
The night is grim and the assaults realGrim hosts march on my corporeal.Am bereft of method, all mem
