La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Ballad by John Keats
O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither’d from the lake, … 388 more words
Still a way to go, but getting there!
I currently have a #competition running over at my #facebook page for my ‘Fantasy Artroom’ project, I’m offering an original drawing (see attached) to anyone who posts or reposts the #kickstarter link to their wall. 26 more words
I stood at the edge of the path into the deep woods and listened. Would I hear the Faery speak again today? I remembered the first time, four months after my small daughter’s death. 656 more words