Is she from a time in the past Is she from the future Is she medieval Is she beautiful Is she an Angel If a princess was b...

Through the eyes of the raven the world began Through the eyes of the raven we are bound Through the eyes of the raven the worlds h...

In the night there is a person of beauty In the night there is the most ravishing beauty in the world In the night this raven haire...

This poem I wrote after watching something on TV. a young girl was sitting alone in a corridor in a hosptital I was not depressed or anythin...

The Poem below was written several years after my father passed away from throat cancer. It was written in June 1997  The years pass by a...

The Mist closes around him As he awaits to see what is looming in the shadows He stands with sword in hand, ready. Waiting for the right ...