So Harold's date has come and gone,
As time keeps marching on and on...

She comes upon a quiet path,
Over hill and hollow...

The Root Of All Evil
By Mark Spencer...

Standing on a riverbank,
He looked at his reflection...

The Father, The Son, The Holy Ghost...And You
I keep a lock of your hair to remind me...

In 1914, during the First World War, soldiers...
On the western front of one of the bloodiest wars...

Empty Vines
By Mark Spencer...

I gaze upon her pretty face
As she smiles back at me...

Into the great unknown go I,
Where new adventures hide...

The Truth
By Mark Spencer...

Judgment...May?
By Mark Spencer...

Illusions
By Mark Spencer...