Traded Grey

Coming yet is the set of night, the yellow of light is traded grey. Simple so it seems yet intricate beyond any dream. Explications searched, and explications sought. Dreamed, and also bought. 10/29/10

Sweet Words

Sweet Words, Reach in stare and flight. The hallow trickle of the creek, Oh beautiful voice. So many of clutter and noise. Foul Paranoia, and March on. 10/17/10

The Rival of Gloucester

I cannot predict What will happen to the save haven. A few good men defend the rival of Gloucester. But many fail and revel in the tower. It was the fate of poor and rich, the princes and thieves, political murder the culprit indeed.