Nov28

Five go to the UnderworldThose fresh and calm accounts of sunny daysWere lost to dearth and doomful views of death,When five good friend were cast into the blazeThat scorched them raw and took away their breath.They found themselves in grey and dull surroundsSo alien to children of daylight.They shook with fear when hearing wailing soundsConceived…

Aug11

For all the days that make a year I’ll cry As all the months that make the seasons die. We turn in anger from this view of life As our heroes raced to death with unsheathed knife. We laughed with our good comrades as they glimmered, And cried when their departed souls had shimmered, Then…