Used to walk through the mud, A frown on my face, Because it would spread, Get all over the place, Reach up to my ankles, And that was enough. I would feel sullied, And long for your love. When was it, oh Lord, That I plugged my nose, Tested the
Setting: The fictional estate of the fictional Duc DeLaFlote near port Lorient, Bretagne, France. Date: 17something... Under cover of darkness a cloaked figure made its shadowy way over the courtyard wall to a window. A candle was lit in the sill, and the light spilling forth into the courtyard illuminated
Wind so cold, so bleak, so dark; I felt it pierce me to the heart. I shivered cold, the rain fell fast; Each breath I knew could be your last. My hair hung loose, blew o’er my face; Somehow I knew the depth of grace. I stood beneath the
“Never go into the woods without Skip,” Father always said. The smoke from his pipe would curl up around his newspaper and obscure his eyes. Though obscured, I knew they held resolve, and so I always obeyed him. Skip was always with me, wherever I went, like a shadow. He
Somewhere in the night you met me. My defenses were down and you found me. My pillow was wet with tears of pain; I thought you had left but you’re with me again. And I’m lost and defeated; I’m feeling cheated. But you are here, Whispering in