The Bridge

A derelict bridge
Ochre stain weeps in the rain
Metal is bleeding

Choose Wisely

Choose wisely my friend
Only time can ever tell
The path to ruin

Winter Sounds

In the crisp silence
Robin's heart beats the last time
The sound of winter


Bathed in blood for gold
May the Gods show us the way
To fame and fortune

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