She is said to jaunt the grounds of the Priory Church Worksop.
Clink and clank down the aisle with frown or smilerattling grates in the still dead of the nightmoving swiftly as if in a mad hasteto go nowhere just lost in endless flight. The air is filled with scent so sweet and brightno light, no sound, but smell of rose abounda fragrance visited with ghost onContinue reading “The Ghost Of Priory Church”
The young boy grew up, wanting much moreburning inside was a decadent firehe did what he liked and liked what he didbut it wasn’t enough, wanted much higher. The devil knew this, he offered a dealI’ll fill your desires to exceed your goaltill your heart’s content, fun, take what you wantbut a levy I’ll need,Continue reading “Repentance”