I had turned my back to him, facing the wall, my...
I knew I was being selfish, wanting him all to...

The cold of night made its sudden appearance...
"Follow mine own footsteps, in cover of...

I had stayed out of his eye sight, within the...
Watching, as he rested his horse in the stables...

(My attempt at an Epoch poem. To be told in...
I kept my eyes on that empty trail...

Calendars cannot mark the day,
Human kind cannot predict the day...

There is a grace,
none matched by four paws...

In the safety of her bed,
Beneath the blanket of her dreams...

The golden brilliance in the sky,
graces us with it's presence, smiling...

The sun touches the ground,
Thawing out the ice that held it still...

In the arms of a monster,
This Infinite embrace...

And she stares down at the bloodied ground,
Her heart lifeless now, its beats, a dim memory...

Gealach de mo oíche,
What be a thousand miles of...