Lore, Poem, Sagas, Short story

The long ago flame.

It was a beacon of all things that flame from long ago. It ruled the night and rivaled the moon, the stars paid it homage. Continue reading “The long ago flame.”

Poem, Sagas, Short story, Weekend

That place.

It looks nothing as it did, where I had grown from birth.

Where once clear skies of memory shone through times of good and bad,

Now lay unfamiliar sights and shapes where decay holds and consumes. Continue reading “That place.”