A stroll through nature’s paradisean icy breeze in dead of nightfull moon’s street lamp across the landmakes a steady stroll so brighta sound so cold rushes bynight is broken by a fright. The rustle of the autumn leavesshaking like silver paper pointsan eerie sound to endureno time to repent or anointin flight swiftly through theContinue reading “Another Soul is Saved”
Once only in citiesdeprivation on streetsangels with dirty facesno shoes on their feetno warmth, no comfort, no foodwhoever they meet. Spare a thought for the wealthyhaving to see this spiltall over the streetway up to the hilthard life for a rich mana millionaires guilt. The first shall be lastthe table will turnthe hungry are fedtheContinue reading “The First Shall Be Last”
She is said to haunt 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”