The Red Door
The cold chill of a late autumn eve spills from moonlit clouds, Casting shadows upon the village below. The windows are shut tight, a warm hearth burning within, Safely hidden…
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March 1, 2019
The cold chill of a late autumn eve spills from moonlit clouds, Casting shadows upon the village below. The windows are shut tight, a warm hearth burning within, Safely hidden…
A soul born of fire now dips below the horizon Struggling against an unavoidable fate His light fades, replaced by darkness Buried beneath the stars. In memory of a path…
“Each of us knew we may be asked to lay down our life for our brothers. But the cost is more than I can bear.” He sat, slumped against a…