With flickers of the swords against the hallAnd dribble of the blood, around, in sightThe battle of the great resumedAll that it touched – it

The den of fiction writer, poetry maker and magic enthusiast.
With flickers of the swords against the hallAnd dribble of the blood, around, in sightThe battle of the great resumedAll that it touched – it
“Ah! What beauty!” – I exclaim in delight The photograph taken might give you a fright Yet, darling, don’t worry, I’m not even sorry, You